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question idea arrow It’s bleak and dark, Always there is a war. Well mine is the same; Bleak, and dark, and evil. It can still harm you, Even in the present.
When little, I played, Skipped, ran, jumped, and walked. Friends galore I had, But it was not meant to be. For I moved, And never again, Will I see them. That was when, My history first went bleak.
Bleak. What does it mean? Cold, depressing; These descried my life.
Grade school. It increasingly darkened, And became more evil. Friends, family, strangers. Harmed, scarred. I myself scarred emotionally. Sister, mother. Both near death And me nowhere to go.
Bryce. Friend to all. Attacked, bleeding, moaning. Unheard over my screams. Near death in my arms. His life, oozing Through the wound. Questions flying all around. I unaware of anything but him.
Threats, flashes of a knife. Victoria.
In danger. Gone are the threats. Gone is the blade.
But wait, life gets better. Friends, family. All with me, still with me. Travel, and live, and speak to my heart. Telling me always, Life gets better arrow idea question
katey-cat01 · Thu Oct 04, 2007 @ 02:23am · 0 Comments |
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