There's a movie scene inside my head- a woman who coudn't cry. A woman whose face is darker than the no-moon night and whose sins are written on her face. I don't know how I have it inside my head. I must have seen it somewhere. Maybe, it remained in my head from a movie. A woman condemned. By herself. A woman who has chosen her own doom because he couldn't destroy her.
There's a scene in my head- of a woman numbed by life. There's a picture in my head of a woman who couldn't cry.
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