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    From a world that I call home, To a place I’ve never known, I may seem a little strange but I know I’m not alone, I’ve been living in a maze, Now I’m running out of space,

        In a tiny space of time, the once peaceful mind can produce a turmoil of thoughts.          

                 Perfect. That was the ideal word to describe her. Her brown hair fell freely on her shoulders, giving me a feeling of lightness. Her glasses were resting on her nose. She was wearing button-up shirt and skinny jeans, with high heels on her feet. Rings were decorating her fingers and bracelets adorned her wrists. One of her hands was resting on the blackboard, while the other one was writing something on the blackboard. She was solving an equation, but all my attent