Her life was full of light
But never the kind she wanted
She always dreamed of that dark empty void
The yearn for it always left her hollow and haunted
So now she sits atop a moonlit rooftop
Preparing for her pain to finally stop
She walks to the edge and lets herself fall
Away from her problems of big money and fast cars
She lets herself fall so she can rise and take her place among the stars
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Poems
PoetryThese are some of the poems I've written that are a result of me attempting to try my hand at poetry after falling in love with Dead Poets Society
