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Behind the closed doorA young woman with dark blonde hair with shades of brown, dressed in a blue shirt with a blue skirt and baby blue boots. The young woman's name was Melody.
Melody was walking through the forest, she was enjoying the beautiful scenery of trees and low hanging fog which came up through the cold weather.
She walked for hours until the fog got so thick that it was hard to see where she was going, She decided to walk straight ahead.
While walking she bumped into a tree here there.
She kept on walking until she came to a mystic door, She wondered what was behind it.
Gently she pushed against the door afraid of falling into a deep hole, the door creaked like mad it hurt her hearing. She was very sensitive of noise which has an annoying pitch to it.
Ones the door was opened she saw the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She entered a great hall decorated in Christmas attributes and Christmas carols were playing. She moved on the place was huge, s
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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