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yeah, well...
It sucks. Wrote whilst listening to Bolero, from Moulin Rouge. If you listen to it while reading, it'll make more sense.
Lost and forgotten, the girl stands alone. She waits for something she doesn’t know will come. But she has to wait. Because she doesn’t know how to do anything else.
And there, in the distance, she can see a light. Spreading, growing. She smiles. And steps forward.
Then there are voices, like angels. Something feels wrong…but she can’t place it. She hesitates. The angels keep singing, though, so it must be all right.
She starts walking. The light spreads over her, and she finds herself surrounded by people. And they dance.
Yeah, well, I haven't written much lately. So :P
Lost and forgotten, the girl stands alone. She waits for something she doesn’t know will come. But she has to wait. Because she doesn’t know how to do anything else.
And there, in the distance, she can see a light. Spreading, growing. She smiles. And steps forward.
Then there are voices, like angels. Something feels wrong…but she can’t place it. She hesitates. The angels keep singing, though, so it must be all right.
She starts walking. The light spreads over her, and she finds herself surrounded by people. And they dance.
Yeah, well, I haven't written much lately. So :P