She Remembers When...
About a girl who goes a bit mad...
She remembers when she finally went mad...
That day she looked upon the road and felt glad...
So black and smooth it was and it would surely be the perfect end.
She would simply lie there in wait and then all her problems would be dead.
Alas! Spared was she! The raven mocked her failed attempt as on her shoulder he did land.
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Lindsey Altom
For me, writing runs in the blood. I've written songs, poems and short stories ever since I was a little girl. I mostly like to write about my life experiences mixed with a little fiction or just things that come off the top of my head!
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