She sits,
on the windowsill.
She looks,
outside.
She wonders,
what her life will become.
She dreams,
a wedding,
a cream dress,
rose petals,
perfect hair.
Like a fairytale.
But fairytales are not reality,
she worries.
Of abuse,
debt,
no children.
And so,
she jumps.
(c) September 2011
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