Withering

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I'm dead inside. Eyes unseeing, I stare at nothing while nothing surrounds me. I'd like to rage at such indifference...
Empty gaze, empty heart, I yearn to live, I beg for someone to wake me up, but my pleas are silent.
I'd like to scream at myself...
Who are you Coming here to judge? How can you ridicule What you don't understand, What I don't understand?
I'd like to rage at such indifference... but I can't.


-Hold on to hope-I looked in the eyes Of a little orphaned child And he looked back at me And he truly, truly smiled-Hold on to hope-
I looked in his eyes Where I saw a fire burning This child knew no fears But love he was yearning
I looked in his eyes And he looked in mine I asked, “What do you see?” “I see something Divine.”
“And what is that?” I said “I see myself as a small boy.” “You see a child?” I asked. “No, I see joy.”
I asked him his name He said, “My name is Bemused.” Puzzled, I asked him why. He assured, “You shan’t be confu
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"The world no longer let me love;
My hope and Treasure lies above. "
Anne Bradstreet
"Troubled Writter
Seeks Counsel"
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the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west
And I thought no one would be able to relate to it since it was so... random.
Thanks!
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Above Ground: Adventure. Violence. Mayhem.
thanks for the comments on my stuff....
how's it going?
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Above Ground: Adventure. Violence. Mayhem.
Thanks for your comment on -Tomato Homicide-
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In response to your comment--actually, the chicken thing you were talking about was what I mentioned in my description, what gave me the idea. But it's actually called "reality tv", lol
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Above Ground: Adventure. Violence. Mayhem.
It always is!
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Above Ground: Adventure. Violence. Mayhem.
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Above Ground: Adventure. Violence. Mayhem.
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