Three-Hundred Years From Then

Three-Hundred Years From Then

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The weeping willows swayed gently in the breeze, the maple trees showed off their vibrant colors and the clear, cool water of the pond shun silver in the early autumn sun, wind waves rippling it's smooth surface. The still green grass seemed to dance in the gentle wind and the birds sang their beautiful songs. On the road beside this small paradise, cars roared by, and dogs barked. Everything and everyone was cheerful, except for one person. Me. I'd been relatively miserable lately and, on top of that, I had a cold, and the God damn thing just wouldn't go away. I wished for a different life that day. And a different life I got. A very different life.
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It was her. She did this to me, yet it wasn't her fault. She was being her, and I was being me. The grass was green. The sky was blue. Everything seemed normal. ~copyright @Writer_By_Life (all rights reserved)~ ~style intended~ (unedited and unrevised- just my raw thoughts and feelings flowing) 6/23/15 --> 9/15/16

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