She will sink more slowly than the rest. Isled in the midnight air. Musked with the dark faint gloom. I was fallen infront of my grief,. Motionless; my hopes had all faded. I felt a stauch flame crying within me. My soul almost shredded, when. My eyes gloomed to tiny flap of wings. A- tremble in shimmering grace. A moth from the winter swoon. Covering my clumsy and weak soul,. Mending; when i was cocooned in the. Darkness surrounded by the cold. I was fragile weak and fleeting.

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For love that you want to burn down. Crimson Reds And Pitch Blacks. In your eyes will rage a thousand fires,. You have loved and will love a lot more,. But these fires can burn down every little thing you worked for. I know you feel so helpless that raging tides of tears well up. You contain oceans within that tiny body of yours. A leaf under frozen waters.

Rantings of a Half Orphaned Kid. Never have I written a blog, these are just rantings. What you are about to read below are the viewpoint of the life of a half orphaned kid, who used to be fun, social with people, but then some people happened, trust issues came up, he could not trust anybody with his thoughts and feelings, knowing that people would judge them, but then he grew away from the fear of people judging him, and then he started this blog.