General posted by Brenna62 - December 1st 2012

My anger is nothing more than a distorted shadow of my truly small self.
I act one way, but feel another.

My voice is of that of a dragons that cannot come out kindly.
I say one thing, but think another.

My soul is as cold and dark as as winter but lighted by millions of stars.
I don't forgive those who hurt me, but I know you didn't mean it.

My feet take me down a dark path searching for warm extended arms.
I push you away, even though I want you to pull me back.


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