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From the archives. 30th of October 2016, midnight.

She once believed that

Life, the one she live in

depended on people’s thoughts

It surrounds her mind

consumes her, drives her

Everyday.

Impress, she must

Bits of everything

Constructed into something

Considered perfection

She was compelled

“you have to.”

It echoes, repeated.

She failed to realise

Her soul, away and away

Slowly, surely

She was a bliss

Made of colour

Now she’s a worry

Made of gray.

She found herself

Not too late

She started over

Painted again

Filled the holes

She once left

wide open

She turned around

Cleared off her obstacles

Worry again

No, she did not.

She stopped depending

Left it off

Let them burn away

She began to see

Wonders, exist

True colours, exited

Fascination, herself filled