| Moxy |
| Moxy sits staring blankly at the ground her odd state of mourning confusing everyone around. Love lost never found, identity mistaken Romeo's hand is taken. So many questions, so many thoughts so many battles that have yet to be fought. She has no clue now what tomorrow will bring through wisdom and hope she begins to sing. She beginning to dream, she's starting to spin she finally realizes if she tries she can win. Adventure awaits, her journey about to start as she sits she wonders if she can go through with this part. The ground has never disappeared this fast slowly she's giving up her hope in the past. "If it's meant, it will be" she says to herself though not as she thought, that book is off the shelf. She's nervous, she's excited, she's scared out of her mind on this journey she has no idea what she'll find. All or nothing, this is something she can't stop She's comforted, knowing she'll come out on top. |
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