It itched
That place of being captive
yearning, straining for the new
Life-changing
hidden around the corner
Anticipation and nerves
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Waiting for it all to blow up in her face
The other shoe had to drop
didn't it?
Could it be different?
Would this plan work?
Heart-set, defiant, resolute
Her sanity, her soul
dependent on tomorrow's sunrise
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