The Girl

The little girl

Grew up to be

A little strange

Hungry for change

And for new places to see

The little girl drew her own maps

Wrote her own books

Created her own reality

The little girl hated their sanity

And the boredom it brought

She often thought

If it has been done before

No need to do once more

And so she carved a brand new world

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strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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