She was sitting in her room
In a nice Spring Day
Just by herself
Thinking about life, nothing new
Always going back to the same place
No more dream
Uh no, he's back
He's always there, when she least expect it
Never leaving her alone.
I'm fine she said to him
He knows that she isn't
He knows how to get to her
She decide to go to her window and stare out to
the Scenery.
A green oak tree breezing beside her room
these empty streets are always quite
He always play tricks in her mind
It's a nice day for it
he told her with his seductive ways
No. Not Today.
She was not going to let him get to her
without giving a second thought
she left her room
Leaving him behind
Burst through the door and felt the sun rays hitting her skin.
She found her Epiphany.
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