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There is more to it than meets the eye. A fatal flow in perception, that runs deep into the intricate sinews of her mind. She wouldn’t trust anyone, not even herself to make a call. She would go on an endless seamless journey towards that which never was. What piques her mind is utter callousness with which that which never was disappeared into a deliberate and selective revision of recent events. An honest attempt to clean the remnants of that intimacy which never was…nevertheless there is pain.