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Dami...I called out!
Her hands covered, her cloth soaked in blood.

She wept, she wept profusely.
I tried coming closer, but her sins were highlighted before me.

Bid me come nearer I mourned.

But she turned.

She turned the other way and replied; I am too filthy to be looked upon, I will get through this phase by my strength. All I need is for you to keep strong for me.

I was sorry,
Sorry, I couldn't do a thing,
Sorry I was left with no other option than to watch her die.

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