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A young girl sits alone in a dark room with her head in her hands.
Nobody knows her.
She does not even know herself.
Do I write her story?
A lone wolf lets out a howl full of longing as he traverses snowcapped hills.
His pack is nowhere to be found.
Do I ponder his existence?
A raven travels through the night.
He flies even when the shadows are lit and the moon has been chased away.
Do I ask him why he prefers daylight?
Something is missing from this world, you say.
Perhaps it was never missing.
Only forgotten.
About the Creator
AR
I'm a freelance creative who loves writing poetry and short stories. I hope you enjoy!
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