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Literature
The Good Witch [Verse 1] Walking through the hallways, I keep my head low, Clutching tightly to my core the story I know; I dove into its pages so long ago, But without a friend with whom I could share the flow. For years I’ve tried, but no one could understand, For the way I talked differed from the one at hand, So there I sit in the last corner of the land, Drawing sketches in my pad, waiting for the day’s end. [Bridge] Alone I lay awake in the night, Cooped up inside the blankets that I held tight; Holding my lamp to the book propped up right, Bringing to the darkness a beacon of light, By the good witch— [Verse 2] After the ride home, I head over to my desk, Where my laptop sits above waiting faithfully at rest. I log in, and a hand rises from the ingress To pull me into the world that lifts up my spirits. I stop by a place to check if any fics updated Before posting a piece of fanart that I created; I watch as the followers that I’ve accumulated Shower me with comments and likes that I
