We are hereA Poem by DarksummerswindLife is a fickle thing that we barely understand yet we tell our stories as if it was last thing we'll ever do.
We pour our heart and soul into our works. We write about Cutting Depression Happiness Healing Love Hate Anger Sadness Family Friends Blood Of things gained And of things lost. We write about Everything We write about Nothing.
We write about life and death. Yet do we understand what we write? The more we answer, the more we question. We want knowledge. We want to learn. We want love. We want anger. We want sin. We want redemption. We want life. We want death. We're here and we're not leaving. © 2012 DarksummerswindAuthor's Note
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DarksummerswindEternal Limbo, PAAboutI'm 18 and a senior in high school. I like to write to pass the time and to show others my imagination. I like to take everything easy and relaxed. I enjoy reading, watching movies, and learning new .. more..Writing
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