Darkness settles her hollow hand upon my tired body. Minutes shove the hours into early morning. These tears that form a puddle at my feet scream your name in every drop, and my eyes ache to look upon your face. My dreams are poisoned by your piercing eyes, just as my life was poisoned by your very essence. Years can't remove your memory from my life or the pain from my heart.
(age 17)
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Our conscious life is very complicated to understand; this is because we made it to what we become. And the social influence is just makes life harder to bear. But we can take control of our life if we have to know who we are first.
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