The Hymns of Nature

The Hymns of Nature

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"Who are you?" I called out to the man standing a few feet away from me. He was leaning against my small cottage and smoking a blunt. I wasn't expecting him to hear me, so I jumped back when he stared dead straight into my eyes. He regarded me silently for a moment, gazing into my eyes as if he knew me. He smirked slightly and blew out some smoke before he responded. "I am Death." -------------- Over 150 years ago, Charlotte woke up to sounds of the forest surrounding her. She remembered nothing of her past life, except her affinity for nature. She's lived her life alone in her thoughts, always on the outside looking in. A lonesome girl roams the earth in hopes of someone finally hearing her voice. To hear the longing of companionship that she wishes for so desperately. To hear her woes and all the questions she has. The most important being, 'why can nobody see me?' Little did she know, Death was always listening.
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All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

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