Poems/ random stuff (post poems and storys here)

She looks out of a window.... the view was set upon a snow white desert void of life...this she knows as her home...her Nirvana...the only place she will ever be...her inside room she escapes to so no one can harm her. She exits the room in to the cold desert air. Her home now expanded so she may roam free in the white sand. The Sand trembles as at the very thought of her being there. Thus the reaction of the world. She steps back in her small one room house and hides in a corner. The bed on its side, tables turned over, and the room a mess. Her fears become reality as monsters even the devil couldn't think of emerge out of the sand. Her very existence is merely to feed these horrid creatures of her 'ID'. Her dark past now seemingly self evident based on the creatures and how they act. She moved the table, bed, and chairs near her as the monsters burst forth in to the room. The ugliest of the ugly man has eer laid eyes upon.

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