About A Girl She walked to the river & back when she realized she wanted to be fly. No longer was she a prisoner of subjection. Blackly, she stared at the#moonwaiting for someone to tell her which way's which. All along the river, she danced to the sounds in her mind, the voices in her head telling her burn out. With her eyes closed she lie upon the sand, wind beating down on her face. Maybe one day she'll realize she doesn't have to run away to forget.
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