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As words are whispered into my deft ears, and scenes of color are played before my blind eyes, I feel a cold breeze in a smoldering room. Locked away within my own worries and problems the good seems like a passing dream in a reality full of ill made actions and beliefs. Color, life, music, and joy are simply illutions to cover up the way we really are. We are lifeless bodies carring on the way way we were told to. We love because we were taught to. We simle because we are sick of frowns. We hide behind closed doors because we are afraid to run or work through it all. Yet our faults can be our strengths. by staying in our locked up state of mind we are able to figure out what has caused these ill emotions. As well as discover ways to rid ourselves of them without forgetting that what we do, and how we think, is who we are.
 Vampiress Alexandria · Fri Aug 31, 2007 @ 01:33am · 1 Comments |
