The grass felt hard on my bare feet; it had not rained in weeks, and the drought had caused the grass to become somewhat coarse and yellow. I picked up the bottom of my ruffled yellow dress, worried that it would trip me as I ran. The balloons tied to my wrist were blowing madly in the wind, beating up against each other.
I felt so so free. Free. I dont even know the exact definition of the word. But, who does? Isnt it different for every individual? At that point, all I knew was that he was gone. I was out of that mess.
I had a favorite place a special place. It was where I always went when I needed to be alone when I needed to escape him. It was somewhat close to the wharf, but still a good distance away. The grass was tall and weedy, some of it up to my thighs. It was difficult to run in, but I loved it anyway. It made me feel secluded, isolated. There was a bit of a hill that I would scamper to the top of, and then I c
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She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.