She walks alone at night; she does not need protection- not the kind they'd offer her, anyway. When she gets home, she longs to share a thought or two with a certain someone, but her pride only allows her to use telepathy as a means of communication.
She is hungry for love but, in its absence, she can get by on lust alone. She likes the feeling of a warm body lying next to her, but will only fall asleep on her side of the bed.
In some dreams, she weeps bitter tears, wishing she was stronger. In other dreams, she laughs like mad, wishing she was weaker. Yet on most nights she is blessed with a dreamless sleep...
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