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At night time
that was when
she was truly
alone
with herself
listening to her thoughts
drowning in her thoughts
at night time
no one was watching
no one was there
to protect her
from her thoughts
-Wanderer Jan 2019
As she sat there in a room full of people

With a heart as empty as a bird's nest in December,

Silently fighting a battle in her mind as the voices echo
Her eyes glisten like the reflection of the moonlight on rippling water-

With each ripple flowing perpetually as it carries the distresses along, with the rising sun

— The End —