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Lost
in a place she knew well.
Alone
where once others dwelt.
She was grateful.
Taught to survive apart,
she’d found a way to live in her mind.
It’d kept her alive.
It was the choice she had to make.
If.
It was the game she played with herself.
Only.
Was the other game played with no one else.
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