Human in nature?

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I scream into the storm and cry a river in my head.

Why they ask? Why? I don't know why.

I am not insane.

Nor do I have goals in mind.

I chase the stars only to gasp for breath afterwords.

I look for a rainbow in hopes I will find the thing I lost.... What have I lost?

What indeed...

My heart is yarning for something.

Maybe a rare strike of lightning will get my brain thinking up and running.

As I screamed into the rain I lost all my frustration.

Maybe that's why I cried and laughed afterwards.

I remembered what I let them do.

Poor foolish child.

These things I remember are just passing clouds now.

I say I cried but in fact I didn't.

Let there be light to warm my aching cold body.

I am but a mere human with desires.

It won't hurt I say... But it does.

I will not cry, even for your death.

I must get stronger but for what is the point.

I will die anyways and my secrets will be buried with me.

Lust, love, joy,depression.

Anything that my body feels will be gone... And yet I want to live.

I guess I understand more than I know.

Most want to make a name for themselves and not be forgotten.

Voices also want to be heard even if they do not know it.

How very silly.

The moonlight is illuminating.

This beautiful moon... It helps me do things that makes my heart race.

I am in need of something.

Something that makes me feel the way I do for the moon.

I shall sing even if my voice wavers.

I will dance, even if i am bound to fall.

My art will explode even if no one understands.

Is this what it is to be alive?

Please do tell me.

For I cannot comprehend most of what is asked of me.

It seems I will never get answers to anything...

What do I need? Why can't I cry? What is it to live and to die?

Why must I be strong?

What a pitiful child I am.

Everything here is just me being selfish.

It can't be helped, after all...

I am human.
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I don't know what I was thinking on this one. Something must of happened. I slightly remember writing this late at night and then going into the closet... Oh well.

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