She sat in her bedroom,
in the dark and quiet,
and stared at the wall,
her head in a riot.
Music couldn't help this time,
nor drawing the night away,
Theres a war going on,
It feels like D-Day.
Eventually she stands up,
at looks at herself in the mirror,
she walks away,
to correct her error.
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Author:
Willow_Wander (
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- Category: Reflection
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