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Feeling hope at the end of lifes painful path.

Submitted: August 30, 2012

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Submitted: August 30, 2012



Living in an unnamed land.

Feeling the pain that no-one else feels.

My soul is slowing fading.

My eyes are lost in a whirlpool of dust.

Slipping into darkness.

No one to trust.

Can feel my guardian angels stare.

Life is what you make it.

Trust is ever rare.

Safety is a virtue.

Protect your outer shell.

Beauty lies within. Deep inside your skull.

Driving through the fields of lost.

Why do I care what people think?

The silence drips upon every blink.

I drink the tears into my gut.

Ignoring sighs of anger and mistrust.

When will natural paradise rain, into my eyes, with happiness and faith?

Love is lying in my palms.

Warm blood rushes through the veins in my arms.

A hope that can never be forgot.

Make a wish, raise it to the sky.

One day my heart and mind will fly.

You are not worthless.

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