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The Element of If God was I angry. Angry as fuck. Fuming, Fucking text message. Nature of woman. Tell her not to respond; What did I want to do.
#opussweeklychallenge The sun was pouring blissfully through the trees; Casting spotlights of INSPIRATION on the dense forest floor.
Long grey fingers pull sharply at my hair,. Running through the night,. The forest sounds, sending chills down my spine,. As I make my hasty flight. A winding path, of fallen twigs,.
Freedom from all the pain. My heart no longer feels the strain. Freedom from those chains. And your restraints. Freedom to be the real me. And express myself as I see. Freedom to make a choice.
Shattering into a thousand pieces My life beyond recognition Shards of my life laid bare But now I'm on a mission The shards are still my very own I'm picking up the pieces I'll put them back...
Dreading what tomorrow will bring. Hoping for a new beginning. Wishing to be free. Dreaming that you could fly. Fly away from all that did you wrong. And do you wrong still. All that causes you pain.
The sky's dark as night. But it's almost mid day. A storm for sure is on its way. A distant rumbling,flash of light. Then the rain crashes down with all it's might. Everybody is racing for home.
It was laying in the long grass, somewhat useless and forlorn, and she hadn't even noticed that she'd lost the cross she'd worn.