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The wind whipped fiercly through her long, dark hair
The rain beating manically down upon her
But still she carried on
Weathered, beaten and punished
She stumbled wearily on
Cold, frightened and tried
She never stopped
Cruel laughter rang through her ears
A not so distant memory
She'd heard it many a time
But she turned her head
Held back the tears
They wouldn't win
They couldn't win
She was stronger
And she would have her revenge
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