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In her favor, I let the walls burn down. I knew her own concern better than I knew my own freedom. The part of her that stung to touch. The part of her that never stopped smiling. The part of her that kept me coming back. That kept me calling out her name. No matter how deep, or dark the water got. Because I could see it every time I glanced in her direction. She was sad, and at times she was scared. But never once did I see her shake. Never once did she shudder, or try to cover her eyes. No. Instead, her eyes burned brighter with every tear, and every turn.