Drifting
Not walking, but drifting Through my days, and sleepless nights. Life, is but a bleak reminder of the past. Like a one note symphony, Played on melancholy and nostalgia, Slowly moving, Through the blank and opressive, Midnight Sky.
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italwaysrains
i love to write, stories and poetry. i also write music, play on the piano( 9 years) , sing(5 years) and i love to draw. I am most inspiried by whatever emotions i am feeling that day and also by nature. i write because somedays i just want to escape...
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