Her vibrant red hair, illuminated by the moonlight Tear drops in her eyes, the taste of salt on her lipsGrass tickling her knees, as she kneels on the groundHands placed in front of her, fingers in the dirtConnected to the earth again, she looks up at the moon and smilesAlone…
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I lay my head down to fall asleepI close my eyes, and the voices start to speakThey create images in my head that are so vivid, so realI just want them to be quiet and leave me aloneWith my eyes still closed, my thoughts just roamLike a merry-go-round of disarray…
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The smell of pencil shavings and paper. The smell of paint and glue.