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I've witnessed this. It is a loss of beauty and dying ember of flame. It is proof that scars run deep and have touched the soul.  I wait patiently for the slightest bit of smile to reach her eyes. I long to see that flame that brightened these once sparkling eyes.  Empty...lifeless...sad...

It is proof that scars run deep and have touched the soul. Do you wait patiently for the slightest bit of smile to reach her eyes. Do you long to see that flame that brightened these once sparkling eyes. I thought not.