She was right there -
sitting in crossed legs,
the morning light
gleaming on her crimson
cheeks.
She was young
and naive.
Indecisive.
Quiet.
She became her own
defendant because she
chose to.
She wanted to be alone,
but she didn't consider
herself 'troubled'.
Because really, she wasn't.
She was an ordinary girl
who thought she,
standing alone, and not
having anyone get in her way
was much, much better.
Those days were rough
and now gone.
The thought of her
existence took precedence
over the thoughts
that have been intensely
clouding her mind.
"I'm alright. I hold no grudge."
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