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Once upon a time, in a land not too far away,
There lived a girl who was pale, short and a little too gray.
Always dressed in red and somewhat creepy,
She made even the sunniest of days seem gloomy.

Around humans she stuttered and was nervous,
They made her feel self conscious, anxious.
Oh she was naive and shy, they would say
Quite odd too, to her parent’s dismay.

She would sit for hours staring into nothing,
But in her mind her thoughts were racing.
In a hundred different worlds was where her mind dwelled,
In reality she stayed disinterested, withheld.

In her dreams she painted the sky dark gray-blue,
Roses black and violets too.
It was tenebrous and stormy,
Perfectly suited for her constant melancholy.

While she was contented with her own privacy,
People started getting peeved at her obsessive secrecy.
They demanded to know what she was hiding,
But she would not speak a word, defying.

The girl remained detached and silent,
But her thoughts bordered on getting violent.
Infuriated that people were becoming intrusive,
Because she preferred to lie low and elusive.

And there came a day where she vanished,
So suddenly everyone was astonished.
She was never heard from again, never found,
Everyone assumed she might have died and drowned.

But the girl was alive, still as enigmatic,
Or maybe even more and much less pragmatic.
Maybe she had lost all her sanity,
And the rest of her humanity.

But she was finally where she desired.
In her Wonderland, she was inspired,
There she would live forever,
With no one to disturb her ever.

In her desolation she drew, painted and wrote,
Not masterpieces or intelligent quotes,
But ludicrous poems and macabre drawings,
To satisfy her inner bizarre cravings.

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Description
Once upon a time, in a land not too far away,
There lived a girl who was pale, short and a little too gray.
Always dressed in red and somewhat creepy,
She made even the sunniest of days seem gloomy.

Around humans she stuttered and was nervous,
They made her feel self conscious, anxious.
Oh she was naive and shy, they would say
Quite odd too, to her parent’s dismay.

She would sit for hours staring into nothing,
But in her mind her thoughts were racing.
In a hundred different worlds was where her mind dwelled,
In reality she stayed disinterested, withheld.

In her dreams she painted the sky dark gray-blue,
Roses black and violets too.
It was tenebrous and stormy,
Perfectly suited for her constant melancholy.

While she was contented with her own privacy,
People started getting peeved at her obsessive secrecy.
They demanded to know what she was hiding,
But she would not speak a word, defying.

The girl remained detached and silent,
But her thoughts bordered on getting violent.
Infuriated that people were becoming intrusive,
Because she preferred to lie low and elusive.

And there came a day where she vanished,
So suddenly everyone was astonished.
She was never heard from again, never found,
Everyone assumed she might have died and drowned.

But the girl was alive, still as enigmatic,
Or maybe even more and much less pragmatic.
Maybe she had lost all her sanity,
And the rest of her humanity.

But she was finally where she desired.
In her Wonderland, she was inspired,
There she would live forever,
With no one to disturb her ever.

In her desolation she drew, painted and wrote,
Not masterpieces or intelligent quotes,
But ludicrous poems and macabre drawings,
To satisfy her inner bizarre cravings.

View On Black