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Ripped Apart From The Start
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Ongoing, First published Dec 04, 2015
I was ripped apart from the start
Nothing else can replace my heart
Only love that is very true
Can fix it back just for you
I feel my heart crying
I feel my outsides dying
I am hungry from thirst
Feeling my lungs about to burst
Everything that I loved took me apart
Before my new life could even start
I wish I was back in place
Just to keep up with your pace
Nothing else can take me away
So for I just decay
Everything that I loved took me apart
I was ripped apart from the start
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Her Wish

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She was all alone now... Any previous traces of the outside world were temporarily pushed away as she entered her secret heaven, separate from everything and everyone else. Reclining slowly onto her back, crushing blades of grass beneath her, a faint sigh escaped from the eighteen year old girl’s heart-shaped lips. Gazing at the stars above and spending time alone, had over time, become her only escape of reality. This wide field of grass had become her home. The natural sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl had become her neighbors, her friends. The tranquil flow of the river nearby, her music. And the far-off, scintillating stars, her hope. No matter how many things had gone wrong, how many times she had failed to do something, how many people had turned against her; the girl always had the option of crawling back to this secluded spot that none but her self knew of. Every time, she would crawl back here and wish upon the stars. And every night, she would wish for the same thing, over and over again. She’d wish for happiness. And she’d continue to wish, hoping that someday, someone, somewhere, would take the time to listen, that they would take the time to help make her wish come true. And one day, it did.