She...(4)
She didn't bother with it today
The sleeves of the coat would hide
Why is she so unsatisfied with life?
She searched and longed for a great escape
There's a surreal world she immersed in
Her own man made fantasy
It was beautiful at least
It was love, love, love
She did research
But not for career or school
Rather it was for her stories
And from there she learn
But some days even as her mind run wild
The words wouldn't come
And her thoughts became her nemesis
Like a morbid movie replaying
Mocking her and her inability
She couldn't write then
And She couldn't write now...
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