Its is times like these when i wish my life was different...im so depressed that if you hit me with a bat i would just say stop and that would be it......-sigh- if your reading this then either you like to read journals or your waiting for another poem.....if you are waiting for one then here is one
The Moon
The moon, the minstrel that serenades the night in its sweet songs, sorrowful ballads, tells the tales of past, tales of hate, deception, lies, corruption, love, happiness, friendship, prosperity. The sentinel gaurding the gates to heaven. The guider of lost souls. My greatest ally. The Moon
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Death is lighter than a feather, Duty heavier than a mountain
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