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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The day was finally over. He was back home. Back to his never ending introspection.

Today her image obscured everything else. The small, ominous red spot in that nose. The unhappy girl trying vainly to be brave. All her anxiety, all her fears showed so painfully through that wan mask.
The thought of the tumor growing in her nose, the deformity of that lovely face, the pain and the eventual, eternal sleep that would claim her soon.

Have I helped her ?

How futile !

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