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true happiness?When glancing out into the various hues that make up this dome, I see expressions, emotion dwelling in the hearts of many not solid enough to bury their secrets. I see faces, enveloped in joy, sadness, shame, anger.true happiness?
Then I see you; a being, so solemn and calm, yet worrisome and full of pain.
Your eyes, though dull, pierce at me as an attempt to send an outcry of help towards me.
I look at you and I understand every feeling, every bit of hurting, every thought, and every word you might have spoken. I see right through your fakeness, right through the mask that hides your identity.
I see right throu
by ~x-hello-hate-x
amongst the shadowsI stare out at the world with different eyes.amongst the shadows
Eyes that no longer capture all the greatness in the world; the vivid colours and details.
Only replacing it with shadows— darkness engulfing every sight around me. The childhood joy that once brightened my face has disappeared; it has been masked by dull lifelessness.
Not long had I contained a glowing spirit, freedom in my grasp. Now that spirit rots in my heart, like a corpse beneath the earth.
My eyes once sparkled and glistened at the mystery in each upcoming day. But now, they appear dead at the thought of my monotonous schedule.
by ~x-hello-hate-x
A hopeful world...The candle lies in solemn darkness, shining with blinding strength.A hopeful world...
Overpowering, fighting all shadows—little demons sheltered by false uncertainties in the
world.
Guiding all those willing, only the courageous and brave of heart,
down the proper path.
The warmth, increasing in intensity when venturing to the heart of the flame— where all knowing, feelings, and pureness are enclosed.
Even as the fire rests in the centre of the black abyss— a lonely, unfriendly depth surrounded by monstrous perceptions, a feeling of welcome and a sense of g
by ~x-hello-hate-x
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BaileyThis is the story of a 6 year old-youth named Bailey.Bailey
--- "She's up there, somewhere very high up there."
Bailey made a pair of wings last night; she took two branches from the dead tree in her abandoned apartment's courtyard, and some feathers she plucked from the crow carcass that fell from her 11th story kitchen window a week ago, and glued them both together. She also kept the crow too, she named him 'Ricochet'. That bird is her one-and-only
friend. --- "She's looking down on you from above, and she's prou
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