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[Innova]

I'm so tired
Withered and washed away
Storm so cold
Will it end tomorrow or today?

My mind, hypnotized by random thought.
Torn and decieved by fate in wake of crys from the anger and blissful rage of spured emotion, bound not by god but by my heart...which beats faster and faster, purplexed by its dreams, it wanders the stars above, searching for the wish its life was granted for. My soul is bleeding from the insane streching of reality, the echo of his laughs ping inside my ears, thrashing away at my very mind, and eatting me alive within the walls of hell. But I get up, I get up with fury in my eyes, standing among hollow ground, I can smell the fear of my enemies, as they surround me in an effort to gain another soul to torture. They forget, I am an Arch Angel, with the heart made of gold. A shinning symbol of eternal will power boured from the gods themselves, in an effort to show a world of hate, what the meaning of love in war of pain and suffering means.

Welcome to my everyday life since the passing.

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Folks..I dunno, I just kept writing without stoping the keys...and I guess this is the end result.

[jane]

bravo...

[squirrley]

dang, if i could just spout out stuff like that...
write a journal for yourself, dont recommend it in here though, but you should keep it for yourself, then one day you'll look back in amazement...and one day when someone asks you what have you done with your life, just turn around, and you'll see just how far you've come...