She’s dreaming loud in a faraway land.
She keeps falling and falling.
To the black, deep and endless hole.
Tomorrow is nothing but regret lying behind hopes.
She’s trying, fitting in.
She’s wandering, running around things.
Finding things she know nothing about.
No one knows better than her.
She sleeps all day.
She denied that it is sadness and depression that pull her away.
She has the loudest laughter and the most silent cry.
She’s dancing, to the song she hates.
She’s gone, to the sound of the ocean.
She’s finding reason on a way she knows the best.
She’s up above the sky and.. lost.

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