I saw her standing by the corner,
Like she did everyday,
A lonesome figure,
Seemingly frozen in the spot,
Her face wearing the same crooked,
Twisted smile.
She never moved, never spoke,
But today I was in for a big surprise,
As the figure slowly came to life,
She broke into a run,
And an eerie sound,
Which was in fact her laughter,
filled the air,
I watched her hurry up the street,
Lost in a world completely her own,
Doing things that to her was the norm,
Not a care for the stares,
directed her way,
In her world of insanity,
She was completely at home.
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