There is no siren,
There is no feeling,
The empty rage in my thoughts,
The stone, Cold World,
Fighting over the fate which has crossed it.
The mental are only due,
The Peek of what use to be,
The Fights of war to become only Destiny.
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Burning Myself
PoetryKiera was an adopted daughter into an extremely religious family. She was raised to be "perfect," but that can only last so long... It was her seventeenth birthday when she met Landon-- who she thought was a nice guy, until she learned of his past...
