Shadows in the noontime;daylight in the night.Each are out of lineand neither in the right.The wind is blowing fire,simply breathing death,upon the weakened life.Why is
Author: Rachel
I don’t like the spotlight much;too much brightness and too hard a touch.Avoiding the punches that come too fast and hardmakes me smart. Not a
The scratch of a penacross the page of memory…The press of broken dreamscutting the mind’s defense…All the while, it begins to shakeand a pair of
I miss the innocence of my youthwhen I never had to worry about the truth.Going out to play and have fun;not knowing the real world
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Fallen from lights to darksthe landing bruises the heart.In the darkness of the shadows,the bruised one wanders, lost. “Where is the light? Why am Itrapped
Blame computer’s full of itself,trying to force its way on someone else.There’s nothing you can do except what it wants you to. It traps you
WANTED–a mind that can be on duty at all times. Must be able to figure out Math AND write for all English tasks. Also must
Yes, I know you hurt.The pain seems to be the worst.You have no way to know what to do.It’s always the same for you. Your