Broken and alone she wanders the streets,
Music blocking out the laughs and jeers.
Lost in her own world, where pain and sorrow exist no more.
The people she loves, the people she hates,
They come and go like fireflies.
The moon reigns, the sun lights the way,
The trees always blooming, the rivers always flowing,
In her own world.
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this is my journal, where i keep all of the things that happened in the day and write stories....or is it all stories that i made up to make my life sound a little more interesting?.....that, my friend...you will have to figure out
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