Some days I am fire. A force to be reckoned with. Capable of setting everything and anyone in my path up in flames.
Other days, I am this sad, overly sensitive, frail soul huddled in the corner, crying until her eyes burn. Wondering what all of this pain and insanity is worth.
I wish I could be the phoenix all the time.
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Silhouette of the Soul
PoetryA collection of stories, poems, thoughts, and other generally short pieces of writing I've managed to create from my own imagination. Some are very old, some are more recent. Some may or may not be inspired by.......................... I don't know...
