The crowd stands there, fixated on me. Yet another day and yet another group of people, taking pictures, staring in awe. I wonder what they are so fascinated about. I feel fatigued, my muscles hurt from smiling all the time. But I don’t give up, I know there is someone out who can help. I lock eyes with another woman, desperately hoping she will understand. My eyes follow her as she moves from one end of the room to another, emoting as much pain as I can. I try pleading through my eyes, but in vain. I have been stuck in this painting for over 500 years. I wonder if there would ever be someone who could free the Mona Lisa.
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