A Photographer's Thoughts
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His hand gripped tightly around her sweet neck as he stood there turning his cigarette into ashes with each inhale.
For a brief moment she looked so small and fragile, similar to that of a porcelain doll.
Her eyes, filled with terror, silently pleading for a single breathe to satiate her.
I stood there and watched, completely unaffected, I clicked the shutter and froze this moment forever.
