make it hard to deal with life's demands.
Restless days and endless nights.
The only thing that eases her soul, is when she writes.
There is this hole in her soul,
that is filled with yearning.
She wrote her own story, and was always in control.
Until a storm hit and destroyed it all.
The winding road does not stop turning.
The black hole seems eternal.
As she watches the moon light up the sky,
she continues to be nocturnal.
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