Quotes added on Sunday, October 1 2017
You ask my why all of my writing sounds
sad, but you don't understand the way it
manifests. The way my words are strung
fairy lights, in an empty house at
midnight, trying to make all of the dark
edges beautiful again.
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This
wind
dislodges
all
my bones,It
blows
a frightful
storm;It
kills
my joy
before
it grows
-In misery,
it's born.The
sun
that
I do
not see
muchWon't
dry
these
salty
tears;It
means
that
I will
never
clutchTo
hopes
for
happy
years.The
grass
that's
green
looks
brown
to me,And
grows
through
deathly
dirt;Each
flower's
blight
and
dying
treeQuite
understands
my hurt.This
life
is not
the
happy
kind -It
pulls
my soul
to shreds.It
plays
such
tricks
upon
my mindAnd
will
until
I'm dead.
Is it
just
me or
is every
song
on the
radio
nowadays
just
annoying?
Wish I could go
back to the early 2000's
