Not knowing wear she'll roam
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I write from my heart, and play music from my soul.
Not knowing wear she'll roam
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I write from my heart, and play music from my soul.
Every morning i awake, Or at least get woken up. I am usaly very reluctant you see until my father shouts, Come and drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold.
#youngwritershousehold I sit there montionles, Not able too move, Only too sit and stare, At all the other bears.
Twinkling stars above. Shine, shine, shine. I never will forget. The little light of mine. Flickering firelight. Alone in the dark. All that remains. The tiniest spark. Blazing bonfire.
Is he worth it, a spoilt, selfish brat. Is he worth it, his gorgeous auburn hair shoved under a hat?Is he worth it, when I show my feelings, he has no care in the world.
I know some people haven't had much time to write their entree, so I'm moving the deadline to 7pm Tuesday. Remember the word is 'crab'.
#youngwritershousehold. She continues on the long, open road. No longer bearing a heavy load. Still very silent, quiet, and calm. Still holding something tight in her palm.
Anxiously peering around me, In the museum of life, now death Antelope , alligator and albatross Locked in sad, glass cabinets, Their wide eyed, icy glare, piercing into my squinting eyes.
Old and rusty, Decrepid and daunting Neglected swing Haunts the park.
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