She sits upon her lonely stool, Waiting for happiness to come. No one whisper, No one dare, Disturb her fatal silience. She wishes to leave, She cannot stay. The cloud beckons her on. She wants to leave, No passion is left. The earth beckons her on, Sadness rears it's ugly head. Alone, Alone, Alone.Birth sign: Libra
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