There's a girl in my head
who's looking for a bed
She's lost, confused,
but definitely not amused
Her story is quite sad, really
it's fictional, but not silly
I gave her a name, I gave her a face
but why she's here, why she's sad, she cannot place
A plague is her enemy
although my mind's quite homely
I want her here, I must say
she's very important, without her, the story fades
Main characters have it bad
she has it sad
If she left my mind, my imagination
she'd become like me, average disorientation

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Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind