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What existence for Bella Swan was like in her darkest of Dark Ages. This is my first poem that actually rhymes, so please read!!


1. Chapter 1

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I looked on with a fleeting gaze,

Not much penetrating my zombie haze.

Others cast onto me a pitiful eye,

But soon passed me with a sigh.

Time passed, escaping my notice

Making me seem like a dying lotus.

Memories locked up,

For I did no want to see them so corrupt.

Never once speaking of the forbidden subject,

Never remembering the reject.

I knew the numbness wouldn't last,

For in January, I recalled my past.