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Evie 1d
She stands before the cracked glass pane,  
A shadow draped in whispers of pain.  
Eyes hollow, rimmed with a sleepless despair,  
She searches for someone—someone not there.  

Seventeen summers, yet no light remains,  
Her heart a battlefield of silent chains.  
Each dream she weaved has unraveled slow,  
A tapestry of wounds she cannot show.  

She burns with fire she cannot command,  
An inferno of thoughts she can’t understand.  
The passion inside is a chaotic storm,  
But the conviction to steer is shattered, deformed.  

Her voice quivers like a bird in the cold,  
The words she swallows, stories untold.  
She yearns to scream, to shatter the air,  
But silence binds her—she doesn’t dare.  

In her chest, an aching void resides,  
A hollow echo where hope once thrived.  
The weight of the world bends her spine,  
Yet she smiles—a counterfeit sign.  

Her mind’s a gallery of haunting art,  
Each frame a memory that tears her apart.  
The mocking laughter, the cold disdain,  
Echo like thunder, magnifying the pain.  

She drowns in mirrors that show her scars,  
Counting her flaws beneath dim-lit stars.  
The girl she sees is a stranger, a lie,  
An unwanted ghost she can’t defy.  

Her hands shake as she clutches the air,  
Grasping for meaning that isn’t there.  
Her thoughts are daggers, sharp and cruel,  
Each one branding her the eternal fool.  

She wishes to feel, but the numbness spreads,  
A frost that blankets her soul in dread.  
The warmth of joy seems lifetimes away,  
A flickering candle in endless gray.  

Why can’t she be the girl they demand?  
The perfect portrait, the steady hand?  
Why does her heart rage like the sea,  
When all she wants is to simply be?  

Her mind whispers lies in the dead of night,  
A chorus of shadows stealing her light.  
"You’re unworthy," they hiss, "You’re weak, a mistake."  
And she believes, as her fragile dreams break.  

The world moves on, unseeing, unkind,  
Leaving her drowning, trapped in her mind.  
Each day a struggle, a silent fight,  
Against the growing void, against the night.  

But buried deep in her battered core,  
A tiny ember fights to restore.  
Though faint and trembling, it refuses to die,  
A spark of defiance beneath her sigh.  

Yet she wonders, will it ever be enough?  
To mend the fractures, to grow from the rough?  
Or will she fade like a forgotten tune,  
Lost in the silence of a pale, cold moon?  

She stands before the cracked glass pane,  
Her tears falling like relentless rain.  
In her reflection, she sees her despair,  
And wishes for courage to repair.  

To the girl in the mirror, I write this plea:  
You are not your scars; you can be free.  
Though conviction falters, your soul still burns,  
And from the ashes, strength returns.  

But for now, she lingers in her pain,  
A storm-tossed ship in the cruelest rain.  
And as the world sleeps, she cries unheard,  
A broken melody without a word.
Evie 2d
In the heart of a tempest, where shadows collide,  
A storm brews with secrets, where dark feelings hide.  
The sky shatters open, with a roar so profound,  
Each clap of the thunder, a truth that resounds.  

Beneath the turmoil, a whisper takes flight,  
Of love lost to echoes, swallowed by night.  
Like lightning that dances, ephemeral, bright,  
It pierces the silence, revealing the plight.  

In the stillness that lingers, I bear all the weight,  
Memories crash like waves, a fierce, unkind fate.  
Your laughter, a melody, now echoes with pain,  
I chase fleeting shadows, but they fall like the rain.  

The moments we cherished, now ghosts in the mist,  
A tapestry woven, yet frayed at the wrist.  
The colors of joy fade, replaced by the gray,  
As thunder rolls louder, drowning love’s sway.  

But in the eye of the storm, a flicker ignites,  
A promise of dawn, as the darkness takes flight.  
Hope whispers softly, through the crack of the sky,  
Each bolt of the lightning, a reason to try.  

Though tears may cascade, like rivers unbound,  
In the chaos of longing, new strength can be found.  
For every heart shattered, like glass in the rain,  
Can rise from the ashes, and learn how to gain.  

Desire swells boldly, a fire in the night,  
A wild, untamed passion, that sets hearts alight.  
In the chaos of feelings, we learn to embrace,  
The beauty of longing, the thrill of the chase.  

Each heartbeat a thunderclap, a drum in the dark,  
A symphony raging, igniting the spark.  
We dance through the tempest, with fervor and grace,  
As lightning strikes twice, in love’s tender embrace.  

Yet pain weaves its thread, through the fabric of time,  
A haunting reminder, like a lost nursery rhyme.  
The ghosts of the choices we yearn to forget,  
Haunt the corners of dreams, a familiar regret.  

The thunder reminds me of nights filled with tears,  
Each flash of remembrance, a mirror of fears.  
But what if the storm could wash clean the slate?  
What if lightning brings forth a new kind of fate?  

As the tempest subsides, and the clouds drift away,  
A soft, gentle breeze brings a promise of day.  
The sky wears a blush, painted gold by the sun,  
And the battles of heartache, at last, feel like fun.  

For storms teach us lessons, that sunshine can't hold,  
In the chaos, we gather our stories retold.  
With every dark moment, the thunderous call,  
We learn how to rise, how to stand proud and tall.  

Now, in the aftermath, with each drop of rain,  
I find solace in knowing, that joy follows pain.  
With arms open wide, I embrace what’s to come,  
In the thunder and lightning, my heart has found home.  

So let the storms gather, let the tempests arise,  
For love is a power that never truly dies.  
In the dance of the thunder, and the flash of the light,  
I’ll embrace every hue, in this whirlwind of night.  

For through all the heartache, the laughter, the tears,  
I find in the storm, the beauty of years.  
In thunder and lightning, I hear love’s sweet refrain,  
A symphony of feelings, like sunshine after rain.  

So here’s to the storms, and the thunderous might,  
To the lightning that strikes, illuminating the night.  
For every tempest that rages, every heart that it stings,  
Is a chance for rebirth, and the hope that it brings.  

In the whirlwind of feelings, where heartache may reign,  
I’ll dance through the chaos, through joy and through pain.  
For the thunder and lightning, they sing of my soul,  
A testament of love, that forever makes me whole.

— The End —