Of Now

June 3, 2013

Weaving stories, Telling tales, Singing songs, The life all alone A lover A mystic The child of everyday Sometimes broken Sometimes whole Often shattered And in despair Crying? Not likely. Laughing? All the time Broken a little to far Not fixable this time Glue won't hold it Tape snaps in two Torn asunder

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To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.

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