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the air seemed dark and misty but the fog has cleared to revele the sun that burnsmy skin.what seemed like forever is now only minets in a day.wishing time could stand still. though, now it won't so sad that it's so.
Pessimists see the horrors of Earth. The darkness that comes from the moon's birth. They need to see the beauty of life, through all the troubles, struggles and strife.
Look beyond the "concrete jungle" and witness the view. There is a scenery out there that lies before me as well as you.
Subconsciously I feel like I'm being wrapped in my own blanket, being protected by my own mind. Something about the darkness of a room gives me chills, I love not knowing what's on the other side.
The mask I wear. The whispered dreams at night. The long scars and small tears. The shadow hidden and out of sight. What I am on the outside, middle, inside, Which one is real, which do I hide?
Bullies are people, who are sad, They have hearts and are really not that bad. Bullies are people, who need friends, Once they receive them usually the bullying ends.
Remember me? That girl in the back of the class. The outcast. The one everyone laughed and mocked, For years on end. To feel strong, probably. Well, forget all of you.
One cannot stand alone; shaken violently amid the brutal winds… But a few can hold each other up, standing tall in sturdy unison, despite the trying forces.
The constant taunting Picking, mental, and physical abuse It scars Reaping at the core and dignity of a person It stings Cutting through one’s emotions It stays with that person