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A simple poem with no defined purpose. This poem is left to the reader to determine the story of the character, and what exactly she seemed to be doing.

Submitted:May 8, 2013    Reads: 60    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

She closed the Door behind her

She sat down on her bed

She was ready to settle this.

And Then

She realized some things didn't really matter

And that this was all in her head.



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