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There once was a wandering girl, but she didn't wish to be.
She only wanted to find her way, but the night was dark and she couldn't see.
The darkness mattered not though, the girl thought in her head.
Even if it was light, she would still be filled with dread.
How do you find your way, if you don't know where you're going?
If you didn't plan accordingly, you have no way of knowing.
Would she choose a path or cut a trail?
Would she become strong or would she stay frail?
Would she ever figure it out?
Would she ever conquer her doubt?
She often wondered if anyone else ever felt as lost as she.
That sad, wandering girl who didn't wish to be.
The sun was melting
It flickered like a flame.
As if it would go out at any second.
And the clouds grew thicker and covered what was left of it and the colors of the sky bled into each other.
We stood outside looking up and the rain began to fall and the water dripped down our skin like hot candle wax.
We held each other close knowing the darkness would soon swallow the world. So we sat on the roof and the sun peeked out one last time. And we let the colors, the light, and the lingering warmth  burn into our minds and swore we would never forget.

— The End —