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Ren
I keep thinking dark thoughts They are circling my brain Showing me that I don't matter They speak to me in tongues Of languages I've never heard But yet I understand them clearly They are pushing me to the brink Driven by my own hopes of insanity Or maybe it's my own sanity Basking in my own glorious demise Reaping all the benefits of a wonderful turmoil Laughing as I continue to fight for myself My breath is thin and shallow My body is weak And my mind It is always playing tricks on me Constantly having me in its own world of make believe But I will not give in to such callous weakness I am a fighter, I've made myself by my own hands And I won't ever give up After the roads I've crossed
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STELLA RAYMOND
You are making me fall in love with each and every word of this one!
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Ren
@STELLA RAYMOND Thank you!!!
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@Ren welcome 😘😘😘😘😘
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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