

Peacefully On Her OwnPeacefully On Her OwnPeacefully On Her Own
Peacefully on her own She was...
It was a windy day The cold soft breeze banging on walls of the building
But the sun was shining bright and warm Against the thick dark clouds
She was seated in a cushioned chair Leaning back in her seat, she looked content
A book opened almost half way in her fair hands Positioned on her lap, legs crossed casually, calm
The title of the book, unseen and unreadable
From where I was seated, across the common room, on the other side
I had a pen in han
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When you start talking to the voices in your head... its bad.
When they start talking back... well, just don't tell anyone. (XDDD)
Sometimes life sucks..... Kinda like a vampire!
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