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she tossed her head, cold corpses below her feet were stiff, her fingers numb for in war, souls, they come and go her gaze was still, her head felt dumb warmth on the sword fell to the ice each fatal, fallen, fearless foe lay there, battered, as the mice scattered to and scattered fro each frozen step a hollow crunch she stood victorious in the snow

now and again a soul may wander to another it will stray to find its own self burst asunder all hope lost in light of day

Bullies, indirectly. They pick, poke, and prod at you. You hear them calling you names, telling lies, stealing away everything you've had secretly, silently, slowly. And why you? Why is it your dreams that they crush? Why is it your thumping heart that they step on? Your face they dig into the ground, your feelings they rip away, your everything that is just broken? Nothing bad towards them has been done, yet they always take a stab at you in whatever time they have to do so. When a few small things - tiny little pricks in your spine - stick out in your mind every time that they are around? You get tired. You get tired and weak, and you

With weary eyes and dry, cracked lips I whisper to the nothingness Of all the pains and sorrows that I've seen In a voice so quiet, small and clear I beckon all the breezes here So they might come sweep me out of the scene They sing to me a lullaby Of all the tears that I could cry and I hum along to a tune I cannot reach Because Everybody Has Somebody Everybody But Me Everybody Has Somebody Everybody But Me A barren soul, a worn out flame We all stumble through the pain Of daily life taking our stolen dream Hands are held and tears are dried All but mine - I never cried And everybody sees the one Who's soul has died You can becom

Clouded. A thick or thin fog, depending on the person. Hiding who they are, how they are, How they love. Masked. The masquerade that is held every day. Waking up and putting on your straight face. Preparing for the coming bullets That will hit you straight in the heart. You will bleed. But no matter what, you can't die. Or can you? Light. Knowing you're the beacon, for someone. For anyone. Absence. Darkness wraps it's welcoming arms And you fall deeper, and deeper yet into the abyss. It stings your wrists, your shoulders and thickens the air you breathe. Freedom. Yet you still fight on, continuing the ongoing struggle of life. Escaping th