"She's stealing time again. Time she should be sleeping. Instead she's sitting. Reading. Learning. Watching. Praying. Hoping. Trying. Bleeding. Crying.
That things will turn out alright. That everything will be okay.
She's got permission from her family. An opportunity to progress. But to where?
Where will she go?
With only shadows and moonlight her constant companions?
The hours late at night slipping by faster then her waking hours.
And these are precious times that she holds dear. Times when things...impossible things seem likely.
Is it all in vain?
But everyone deserves to dream....dont they?"
Its not quite a poem I know...just ramblings I wrote a while back when kinda sleep deprived. Comments and critisism welcome. Make of it what you will.
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