| Mother Nature's Heartache I awaken morning after morning, hoping that there will be some change. That's all I ask for in this mundane cycle called life. I walk down the street and feel almost invisible. Everything I touch turns to grey. In this world of color, I am only black and white. Friends have slowly drifted away. Hearts have been broken and lives have been stolen. My soul has withered to dust, my heart has shriveled and cracked. |






I really like your writing by the way.
It has a mysterious feeling to it, but it's very well written.
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Thanks! =]
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Sick of crying...
Tired of trying...
Yea I'm smiling, But...
Inside I'm dying
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"Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man." -Vladimir Nabokov
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Sick of crying...
Tired of trying...
Yea I'm smiling, But...
Inside I'm dying
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Mors Certa, Hora Incerta
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Sick of crying...
Tired of trying...
Yea I'm smiling, But...
Inside I'm dying
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"In her world of dreams and make believe
she reigns forever with all her glory
in this world of endless fantasy
she makes it happen It's her reality..."
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Sick of crying...
Tired of trying...
Yea I'm smiling, But...
Inside I'm dying
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"In her world of dreams and make believe
she reigns forever with all her glory
in this world of endless fantasy
she makes it happen It's her reality..."
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