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to my friends drawing...

i am tattered from the thorns i am beaten down i am worn cold and soaking wet from the lake of tears i have wept full of despair shards of..

My only drive Is my longing to survive so i can finally thrive so i will feel alive my I being revived

So many thoughts Distraught Cant figure out a plot Its not lack of vision Ideas aren’t falling into place Not lacking inspiration ..

Close your eyes and see What monster we can be Not just Society, Over all Humanity Close your eyes again And try to comprehend We all ne..

The wind blew Leaving the path clear I have a clue I understand why I am here Out of calm, complacent Out of blinding black More confide..

ok gues what i do... its not a stripper...or dancer...

pretty pink flowers dance trapped by the wind natures romance

about my dad

Under a willow threw the haze Found In the forest Thinking dazed There she sat wounded By a lake Pondering if she is fake Consumed by thou..