| ~ In the Midst of My Abyss Withering in pain Decaying of loneliness Losing all traces of hope... Then, My friends come and save me ~ |

SheYou're tired of walking in the puddles of your own tears.She by ~Mischievous-Eyes
Going in circles, circles, circles. Getting nowhere.
So you take your suitcase full of burdens, worries, hopes, passions and dreams
and step out of the light and into the weeds
in hopes of catching a train
that never moves forward, and never moves back
but keeps a promise
with a puff of smoke
It's as if I can just reach out and touch her, tell her not to go.
Even though I know . . . she's already gone.
| MWAHAHAHAHA..... |
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Please help get my group (#Poets-Are) to become a super group It would mean so much to me….. I’ll give you a llama and a watch for your support Thank you all, K.J. |