My Journal
Day one:
A secret,
A tear,
But only truth.
Day two:
Passion pours out,
Breath is shallow,
And I survived.
Day three:
Sorrow streams down my face,
Darkness clouds my dreams,
But I lived.
Day four:
Deprived of fufillment,
Void of feeling,
But I learned.
Day five:
Eyes are opened,
Light has healed my broken soul,
And I accepted.
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Beyond The Wall
My mind gets lost in the reality of where we live. The life that we lead can be seen through filters are unknown to the souls of those who realize nothing of the world around them. Expression is what brings light to who we are and what we want to be. Nothing is set in stone, but everything has purpose. Everything has change.
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