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the so-called naked truth
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
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I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
Theres no reason for my tears, Maybe too many to remember. Could be nothing at all. Or just that one October , When you decided
She wasn’t like othersLittle odd and versatileShe wasn’t thin or prettyNeither tall or fairThe world just saw her throughNeglected and unwantedShe chose her own religionHer
The night was mild and beautiful, and the air was crammed with love. It was a scene of an idyllic beauty, an ideal reminiscent of
Let’s pretend that the world runs Without breaking into twists and turns We can be beautiful chapters of a thriller And to the compromised mind,
When his lips uttered those words, The blood drained from her face and a sheaf of dizziness fluttered through her mind, Her red tears-filled eyes
Aloof and self-important, they cut into the line No need to think of others, they just cannot waste their time They think they beat the
Two comrades in arms, sundered by death. One laid to rest, and the other returned, bereaved and full of health. The fallen comrade, resting at
Come on and take my hand, Let’s take a trip to memory land, When although life was not so grand, It was never sad or
Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little
He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.
Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those
When the night falls , stars light up My sprite reminds me of you. The way you smile at me which shows your feelings towards
Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze Where
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