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ThE CRaZY LaDY
She spoke to herself needing no confirmation. She debated with herself needing no moderator. She told jokes without the need of an audience. A few found her amusing; laughing at her. A few more showed their obvious unease by moving away. I watched her though--with envy. I had never seen a soul smile so freely. I had never seen a soul living in this world so care-free and happy. I wanted to travel to where her mind was. It must have been a beautiful place.
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