Turning

Turning her back she walked,

Turning her back she felt the pain.

The pain of a thousands looks pained her, but just one was one that mattered.

Turing her back tears fell,

Turning her back tears covered her face.

Turning her back away from the eyes she fell.

Turning to face them she smiled.

She almost laughed at the horrible people.

Turning her back she laughed.

The End

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