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Beautiful Things
She is sitting in a corner, waiting for the day to end.
Wondering how could she continue one more day, one more hour, one more minute.
She can be so much, but she won’t let herself be , because she decides to be no one.
She wants it all to end.
She wants to sleep forever, dreaming all the beautiful things she once had inside her head.
Inside her imagination.
Things she believed in, fairy tales she thought she was a part of.
But now it’s all gone.
Her dreams were broken by someone she loved.
Were broken by herself.
And she will never be the same.
She breaths heavily, so the tears won’t fall down her face,
Because if they start they will never stop.
She just wants to be ignored by the world, what good could the world give to her now?
It’s too late.
She imagines beautiful things that seem impossible, and are always stroke by a lighting of darkness.
When will it end?
Will it ever?
She closes her eyes and prays for it to stop.
She just sits there, waiting for the sadness to go away,
Waiting for the day to end.

Anyway I enjoyed this poem so much. Keep writing. Your work is awesome.