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Happiness There are a few special moments in life, When the heart is intoxicated with elation and ebullience, When a blissful state of mind permeates through every cell in the body, When the soul is exhilarated, expressing friendliness and tenderness, When love radiates an aura of exceptional beauty and magical grace, And when the euphoria of a...

The restless static in my head. Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late...

**The Heart of a Tempest** A storm within, a raging, endless sea, Where waves of anger crash eternally. A heart of stone, a soul of iron cast, Forever bound to this tempest, forever fast. The pain, a viper, gnawing at his core, Leaving wounds that fester, evermore. Rage, a wildfire, burning fierce and bright, Consuming reason, plunging him in...

The stage is set The mask is on Lose yourself Just a bit more Words spill out So rehearsed The way it is The status quo Broken down Words so worn No, buckle up Face the storm The end is near The lie is sown I want to scream Silence endures Sirens song calls on me Into the depths, never free For now, the curtains call The ritual...

Shivering spring blues thaw into summer gold, You're too far gone for me to ever hold, But never will I ever forget the day When I left goldenrod on your grave. And if I could pray for anything at all, I'd pray I can join you when summer turns to fall.

let me tell you all a story about a girl I know. Smart as a whip, keeps her pinky down when she sips and she never sips on tea not made for her. She's beautiful too - and seemingly comfortable in her own skin - and for some we'd perceive that as a win, but winning isn't always winning without some sin and sinning is never done in the open....

Dear Brad, I'm sorry I'm late. I was busy through your last days. I'm sorry I didn't check. After failing June, after a clean May, I crawled back to the songs YouTube would recommend— "Here Without You," and then the comments. What I read there, I still can't bear. I really thought you'd live. I believed miracles could happen. I knew it was...