{ h o v e r } ☂ ☂ ☂
once, there was a ցirl
trapped in a room.
Nothing to see, nothing to hear,
eventually, she stopped moving and retreated into
her
mind.
There, she made a world.
{ ☁ } — Maybe it was the fact that her life for fifteen years had been too traumatic that she had began to create different mirage of herself, never trusting anyone but her adoptive parents who had helped through everything. Life is an interrobang she would often say but she, herself is a one big cluster interrobangs, ellipses, question marks and every so often a semi colon.
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