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Handicapped.
She's handicapped.
Through the little glass window,
Confined within the four walls.
Her vision engaged deeply
Amongst the flitting, nolstagic images.
Through the little glass window,
The outsiders stared and gawk.
Gossiping amongst themselves, wondering
"What's wrong with her? Is she..."
Love.
She loved.
Through the little glass window,
Noticing the crowd that has gathered.
She withdrew into the shadows,
Mascara running, nose turning red.
Through the little glass window,
The audience thought they knew.
Interpreting her every actions in their fashion,
"She brought this upon herself."
She was handicapped by love.