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9/11

ooooooooolllld poem

maybe the world has ended the visions gone lifes biggest challenge is already done maybe theres nothing more to give or take its all dried up..

An idea. That i had.

I really hate time changes+insomnia+school+homework+track aaaannnnd reapeat!

The yellow crescent hanging lowly over th mountains Took it's last breath before being consumed by a dying star becoming reborn fed by the moon ..

the ashes of Tyche blow in with the wind It burns my eyes and i breathe it in coating my lungs clinging to my skin it smells of death so i b..

ummmmmm.....

*yawn*... yeah not so much ^.^

heehee ^3^ It is kind of based on the book "Heaven Eyes" by david almond. I really recommend this book!