Encountered a powerful blow:

Encountered a powerful blow:

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And now, after twenty years, she was dealt a powerful blow that seemed to be impossible to overcome. The emerald cuffs, which had held her with each progressive stagger, had turned dead. Inert were the precious stone-like eyes, conveying the weak impression of bountiful distress, gobbled up by the dimness of death. She, who used to pay attention to children's songs with a delicate voice settled in the delicate warmth of the twilight hug, presently confronted a quietness that overwhelmed the pleasant sound.

The quiet voice had fallen quiet; the twilight face that enlightened each second with its bow radiates was lost in the reverberations of an unheard mourn. She had given in to the unseen whirlpool of despair, bound in the shackles of an unseen storm. Vulnerable, she battled against the delicate blows, as the inhumane youngster, captivated by bogus allurements, staggered forward. However, the gullible heart continued, gripping its mysterious toy, the main desire to calm the upset soul.

"Mother, my mom, come and wrap me in your delicate hug. Today, I'm distant from everyone else, deserted in this torment-ridden world. Try not to let me be. Turn towards me, gracious Mother. My wings have been broken, breaths taken. Come, oh Mother..." However, as soon as they heard a single cry, those sympathetic ears, attentive to the pulsating beats, gave up on everything. She was set for new adventures with new companions. Presently, just the brutal hug of life, failing to remember the maternal warmth, brought tears of persistence. She shouted she called; That was it.

"In my eyes, the well of torment,

No help from this condition.

However, where is she, tuning in,

Who, for his rest,

Gone through evenings with open eyes,

Enveloping dreams by white material:"

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