Walk Down
The world was frozen- stuck in time
She walked through the thick snow
And felt the gentle snowflakes fall upon her pale face
The snow was a clean page, waiting to be drawn on
Sitting at the top of the mountain she felt like a queen
She felt as if she was royalty
She felt as if the world was under her command
She decided right then and there; she never wanted to leave
So forever she stayed
Suddenly one day she realized she was all alone
She became scared and fragile
She became timid and paranoid
She turned around and saw someone else
Also sitting at the top of a mountain
And began to walk down
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