Child.There is always a taste of bitterness, attached to a feeling of loss. Even when the child lost what has never been hers. Her eyes will stain and her fists will clench, the child is a little part of what she longs to be.Child.
Longing hurts.
Her mind and her heart have a way of growing roots into deep, unknown spaces, a way of lingering, and a way of grasping moments that lived only in the girl's dreamy eyes. She blames no one for what her days came to be. Her mind is a blurry nest of wires... She wanted soft grass, but around the child's cold feet are only puddles of dirty water. She stands in the c
Eyes on Fire
it was the first little bit of feedback on that writing, and i on the brink of removing it.. ._.
thank you, thank you, thank you!
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“Whoever, when he dies, leaves on paper a beautiful line of poetry has left the heavens richer and the earth too.”
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I am ALIVE.... ALIVE....
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"El lobo es mi guía, mi protector, y siempre caminará a mi lado"
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I read a lot of manga.
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Anime: Disgaea 2/Soul Eater
Song: Two Is Better Than One - Boys Like Girls ft. Taylor Swift
Couple: Adell/Rozy
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Still stuck in the 8-bit glory days.
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