The wind thats blowing through the tree tops echoes my lonely heart.
I just want to fly far, far, up and away
The rain that's pouring down in sheets can easily be compared to the tears streaming down my cheeks.
I can't stop crying.
I wonder where the hell I am and where I'm supposed to be, this earth, this life just isn't real to me.
I'm an angry girl that loves the sound and the vibrations of the thunder and the dangers of standing in lightenings path. It burns black holes in trees and my dark memories.
I'm an innocent, heartbroken child, forgotten by her parents long ago. Left in shambles and no one else seems to know.
No one cares, no one listens to what I have to say.
I fear not death and in the end my life will pay.
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Running Stitches
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