"I often feel like the quiet of a pitch black room. Often like the raindrops of the sky crashing into nothing but the pitch black of blacktop. Often I feel as though I am the rustling of the last leaf's of a tree. The crunch of a bone breaking, the sound of sobbing from a little girls mouth. These combination of feelings has me feeling guilty for things that aren't on me....so why do I feel like everything that goes wrong somehow has something to do with me? Maybe it's the fact that I think I'm slowly loosing the emotions that keep me human like a flower loses it's petals. I'm falling apart slowly like the paint on a wall is chipping"
-L
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A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
