My passion has crumbled.
My willpower shook.
My resolve, grinding away.
My energy, burning through the skies.
Me.
I turn to dust, joining the ash inside of me.
I'm so thirsty.
My life has turned dry.
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Sometimes I Write Poems, Sometimes I Write Songs
RandomA collection of everything I've written to be posted on theprose.com. Between short stories and poetry, I think too much.
