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Scrambled Mess

My Journal will be a Scrambled mess of poems, and just my thoughts, and character descriptions of books I'm writing.

Lesarian
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 @ 03:34am

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	Don't you hate the feeling you get when the tears are right behind your eyes, ready to burst, but refuse to come? You do what you can to force them. You think of the saddest moments. Listen to the saddest songs. Just stare at one point, hoping your eyes will water, and then allow the true tears. Nothing comes. Your eyes begin to hurt. Your throat is on fire. All you want is to cry. Nothing. That is me. Right now. I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have no choice, no way It ain't easy growin up in World War III Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen I don't want love to destroy me like it did my family

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I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family
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