normal


Sobbing, she thought,

I’ll never have a normal life.

Well, you never wanted one,

The voice in her head replied

This is true.

She wanted an amazing, phenomenal life,

One where she painted her own stars

In the sky

One where she could build an attic

To store her dreams

And keep them from falling down

A life that kept her sane but not sorry

Hopeful and not harried

A life that was anything but

Normal.

Better get started.

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