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My sixth piece. Please leave you comments. This was written when I was getting out of my depression. I wrote a lot back then. For now I will only paste this.
Submitted:Oct 29, 2012 Reads: 18 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
The shadow past awy
The voices stoped
All now is bright
Am i alright?
I feel a fresh breeze
And smell summer roses
Is temparily
or pemanent?
The shadow lerks
Voices whisper
I feel a falling
A falling heart
Seven days to date
No string of a bow
or clinging of a chain
The shadow yet lerks
The voices whisper.
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Other writing by LaceyGerardMonroe My one true love. Nasty threads I am me. Against myself. Say you wont care. The shadow of my soul.
Life, Death, Poetry, Poem, Opinion, Hope, World, Society, Nature, Politics, Pain, War, Faith, You, Depression