"There are blue skies ahead." Fascinated by all she cannot touch; outer space and death, things that leave a bad taste in her dry and stale mouth. Every night she dreams of the blue skies - laying on her back in the fresh green gras, eyes gazing towards the sky as beams of light try to peek through the dark and thick clouds. Asking herself questions she does not know the answers to/of. Her mind, broken and bruised; twisted and turned. Infected by a disease unknown she meets another girl, though not quite like her... She, hot-tempered sweet little girl. Made black by nightmarish tar. She who lost the ablity to live life to the fullest reside within a room that is almost too small for two people to be living in. Her heart yearns and yearns for fumes of smoke, loud music and the fast life people seem to be living nowadays. Yet there is an eery calm within her. The part that yearns for soft accoustic and meaningful music. The part of her that screams to be heard for she seeks someone who will fill her emptiness with wonders of their own, someone to tell her:"There are blue skies ahead."
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