****Breaking into her room, she sits there silently. Alone though the house is full. It's not like she's deprived of anything. No. Money, clothes, family, friends; she has. A house to protect her from the bursts of the sun and the tears of the clouds. Not only a house, a home. Her home, and as she sat there she pondered...was she THAT pathetic? Wallowing in self-pity. A skill she accidentally picked up. When would it be her turn to shine? Feeling strong only to notice how frail and fragile she really is deep within.

****Such dilemma she never experienced. Following the mundane routine of waking up every morning for work to come back home completely dried, she finds herself worthless at times. Isn't there more to life? Searching her soul, she tries to repair the bridge, one that allowed her to sink back into the past.

****Wait a minute, you may ask, isn't the past no longer present? Don't we fall so we can pick ourselves up? Exactly. Stong on the outside. A small stream found its way along her cheeks and she began to wonder, how long more? How long must she remain like this? A glance at the calender, she counts the days untill she will be ready to step forward.

For now, she chooses to reminisce

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Just a little something that came out of me when I got hold of the pen and started to write.
- - and..for the sake of updating my journal too! >< it's been dead. Srryy!!