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.