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Stories from Refuge: Mist
Contributed by
MysticThornz
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Wednesday, 18th December 2002 @ 02:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I look inside and my soul weeps. Not my heart, my soul. I have no pain, no feeling of the underling. I can fly above when in need. My hands touch the sky and my feet melt into the hollow ground that is Earth.
Castles, ancient fossils f a once forgotten age. Eras go by and I'm being stretched but by what, I do not know. Clouds surround this void and wither. I have death, I bring death. You should go, run away. But don't tell, this is my secret. I'm the one who lives with this secret.
I'm the one who wakes up toa forgotten family each morning. Maybe not today but tomorrow I will run. I will reach my hands to the sky and keep my feet on the ground, but I am not grounded. In those moments long passed, I will float. I will be the water between land and sky. You will not be the end of me. I will be the end of me. I will end it all. Leave...
Heather
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MysticThornz
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2002-12-18 02:20:00]
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Re: Stories from Refuge: Mist
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by OreO on
Wednesday, 18th December 2002 @ 03:59:26 PM AEST
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This is sad....just wow...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:. |
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Re: Stories from Refuge: Mist
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by LadyDama on
Wednesday, 12th February 2003 @ 04:38:37 AM AEST
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| beautiful and haunting... |
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