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Brandi.writes

Outside of my box

It was a dark winter day 

In the land of nowhere. 

It was foggy and vision was weary.

Many would enjoy this peacefulness of this sort

But this was all she has ever known 

Her home was filled with loneliness 

It was just not right 

Shes had companions 

But all that have been acquainted 

Have been found as bare 

As the dreary day that shall one day padd

She shall wait,

but will never know her true sunshine