She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

Empty.
It feels comforting to know im not alone.
Someone who knows exactly how it feels.
The little worries and the premature thoughts.
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