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| When she saw her father, she saw someone who was old and worn. His eyes were bloodshot and glassy and his face a dull shade of grey. She saw his hands, the skin covering a pale shade of translucent. When she saw his mouth, she saw the colour of an awful purple, signifying the long years devoted to cigarette smoke. When she saw his hair, she saw it thinning and the vibrancy of youth, gone. When she saw all this, she wondered why humanity is so raw and delicate. Why the tear of this fabric of health and emotions will lead to disappointment and heartache after. All This, has made her afraid.
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