She sat in the semi-cold living room looking at the shadows dance on the ceiling. It was late and she needed to sleep but couldn’t. She was too wound up.
She looked at the shadows and she was scared. She was afraid to go to sleep. She feared what she would dream of. She wanted good dreams to be real. But inevitably she would wake up and go about set tasks at set times for ungrateful beings.
She was also scared she wouldn’t see the next sunrise. She wanted to catch another sunset and feel alive.
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psychologistmimi 
“But inevitably she would wake up and go about set tasks at set times for ungrateful beings.”
Perhaps She is a Hero
For In Real Life This is
What They Do When
Not Myths.. There is
Beauty to be Seen in
The Tears of A Hero
If only one more
Beautiful than a
Sunrise And
Surely More
Beautiful than
A Sunset of Truth
For Silence Where
Lies Rule is Deadly
In Deed For Beauty
Of
Freedom
At All For Breathe..:)
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