Who Am I?
Dreams are slowly turning into nightmares Nothing in my way expect the cold stares Times changing, memories are fading Heart engulfed in darkness, less love and more hating Millions of thoughts running through my head People everywhere but I only see their silhouette Silence has become my latest obsession I am flawed underneath this perfection I'm screaming at the devils on my shoulder Faded vision of memories I can't even remember My life has become nothing but a mere echo I turned into nothing by disappearing shadow I stood in front of the mirror, staring into my eyes As I questioned myself silently, "Who Am I?"
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Girl Unknown .
Why is it that I do not find the words to describe how your poems are so relating at so many different levels.... Absolutely loved it.💖
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2018-10-04 14:08:33
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Mysterious
@Girl Unknown . Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️
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2018-10-04 17:55:27
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Mysterious
thank you a million for ur encouraging words♥️♥️♥️
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2018-11-03 17:28:51
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
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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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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