Just one of them days when i feel sad and i write stuff down.
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Light House
It's getting to the point where she can't even look herself in the mirror. Not even to decipher a reflection, it's all just a blur. She’s a foreigner of her own civilization, left with out a tongue to speak their language. She got dropped off with out a map to journey through her own soul. There for she’s lost with out instructions. It’s a bumping city that has no street lights. The filth clutters the side walks and the busy traffic clogs the streets. This is a long traveling voyage through her heart and mind, and she’s being rushed to get to a destination that she knows may not even exist.