

Falling LeavesI wish to be a fallen leaf. Carefree, exuberant for the simple pleasure of being un phased by any he who happens to tread upon or otherwise normally unnerve me. Oh how I whish to be that serene leaf. But it is plain to see I am not that leaf. Instead, I am a boy. I am a boy who has the terrible fault of loving too much, caring too much. And in this sea, this cyclone of lies and bravados, I am stranded. The lone boy who cries out in agony as he tries with the will of a hopeful martyr. I am hindered, pestered by this curse. I wish to be that leaf. I would float, float to a place without the lies. A place where I could lay in serenity, smile witFalling Leaves


FoundI have been forsaken, i have been tread upon. Love like this knows no boundaries in its never ending torrents of despair, despair that grips your heart like vices that can only be made by one who has falsely loved. I have felt this, this pain that overwhelms all other pains. There are those who sever their pain, they sever it with a blade of self-pity. Wallowing in their own greif, crouched over their pool of sacrifice. But not I. I stand against this pain with my faux-grin and dried tears. Something so weak could never brake me. But i realize now that I AM the wet man screaming at the rain. I am the turtle on its back, screaming curses at itFound
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Hell knows no fury like a woman scorned!
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Hell knows no fury like a woman scorned!
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