In me, there is someone else.
There is second life living inside of my head.
She uses her eyes to examine my inner thoughts, then she silently responds.
She is not one for words, so she responds with emotion - an emotional personification of what she's feeling within.
Whenever she cries inside, her sadness lies heavily upon my fading heart.
Sometimes, she'll swim in the river of my broken dreams and try to fish for what's left.
Every once in awhile, she'll collect rubies and emeralds from the lost cave of imagination, and she'll give them to me.
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She wishes to stay anonymous, so she won't allow me to name her.
I do not wish for her to leave, so I dare not make her uncomfortable.
I continue to let her live peacefully in my head.
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