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She is just so exotic.
They call her a mystery
Exotica isn't a mystery
She's a drifter
She is always alone,
All the time,
For her entire life
She doesn't really belong,
Nor has she ever.
She has no friends,
No home
Exotica is alone
She is isolated,
She has never been able to fully reach out
No one can see her,
No one can hear her.
So she sits and ponders.
She spends her time thinking and wondering.
The only person she knows well is herself
That's one good thing about solitude,
She discovers a lot about herself.
Everything around her is quiet
But Exotica doesn't like the silence,
Its empty and lonesome
Sometimes the only thing she can hear is her own breathing,
Her own heartbeat
It is unnerving
Her heart is heavy in her chest,
For its Loneliness that fills her soul.
hmm...i'm starting to really enjoy writing these, they turn out very interesting. Who would yall like to be put up next? any requests?