:There was a small, scared
:There was a small, scared girl
who was trapped in her own world,
frantically searching how to escape.
In a desperate day her life changed.
She grabbed a pencil and paper
and began to write.
No longer was the girl in her world,
she was in a far off land
perhaps it was a jungle.
A jungle that gave escape
and adventure and love;
all things she dreamed of.
She created herself a world
that she could be happy
on just a piece of paper.
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