a sound.

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She sits at her bedroom
Leaning on the wall
Looking at the rope she'd tied at the ceiling
As her tears falls

Finally leaving this place for a peaceful paradise
She'd thought about it twice
It has decided
To look through the rounded

But as she climbs up
Came an unfamiliar sound
Each beat and rhythm drop
A mystery to be found

She listens more and more
As she falls to the unfamiliar bliss
The sound of each string
Felt like a soft kiss

She grab her notes and started to write
The possible words that invites
Added lines and verses
Color, freedom and purposes

Color.

In the shade of yellow, red and green
Something to be happy, to be fought, and to discover within

Freedom.

To be able to express,
Unlocked from the rules and the stress
Being able to run around with dignity
With value, kindness and sincerity.

Purpose.

To be alive,
To create,
It could be wordless or
Meaningless
But that's perfectly okay.

To serve as an anchor,
In the form of words and tones.
A combination,
A result of a beautiful creation.

She gets down finally,
Fighting through her residing insanity
The voices presses her to end it all,
She ignored them finally, once and for all.

She turns on the lights,
Cut it all down
Finally smiling bright
From a never-ending frown

Now, she knows there's a thousands steps to go
But she'd decided now
Letting all the different colors flow
She'll not let her guard down anymore

She fixes on the outside perspective
As the sound go on in the background
She quietly thank them
For the colors that she found

And as she take her first step outside
Slowly seeing some light
She'll build through her future
And fight her monotone ruptures.

A: This was suppose to be a story but then well, stories are really not meant for me. But, if you guys would make a story out of this I would love to read it. :)

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