She sits by the window, as she waits,
The wind blew tossing her like a peice of paper,
She was weak, she didnt want to feel this way,
As she waited for a day that never came, she opened her eyes,
The day she opened her eyes there was no longer a tornado spinning around in her mind,
For the tornado had become real,
Taking away what she most valued in life,
But still she waited,
As she slowly faded away...
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"Just be paitient and wait" That was pretty much all I heard growing up and I had gotten used to waiting, to the point where I didnt realize that waiting was what I had grown used to. And waiting wasnt a game anymore it was the way I lived.