In the forest, the girl stopped and looked at the sky a million thoughts going through her head. Feeling hopeless, lost even, she felt the wind flow past her, lifting her hair and the simple pale yellow dress she wore. She closed her eyes, imagining a different reality of freedom, and harmony. Sadly, in this world, she knows it cant happen. Although she wants to try and make even if its small, she wants to try to make a difference, give others hope for happier times. Although she never had anyone to do such things for her. She smiled sadly, then slowly opened her eyes and walked back towards the house she should call "home".
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The Vent Space
PoetryPoem type story's that pop up in my head because this is therapeutic for me ^-^ If derelization is a trigger for you please dont read I've no idea if this would trigger anything because I dont write very deep stuff but I just wanna make sure everyo...
