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Oct 2013
Finding my rose colored view of the world is truly gone.  I have stepped on the broken glass of life's meaning and have found it lacking of the beautiful place I imagine as a child. My feet left bleeding, staining my view with that awful shade of red. As it's left my mind confused as my veins turn from blue to amber in color.

Why do people lie? Why cheat? Why steal? ****? Torture?
The simple act of being charitable has now turn into darken ash upon my tongue.

Our world is a very sad place, where a woman is more worried about how pretty she is, than the starving children living sleeping in feat.  It's truly sad, beyond depressing. To be on this planet and my glasses smashed underfoot.

My feet may be bleeding, but heart is the one left aching.
© Victoria
Nickols
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Nickols
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   Nick Durbin, --- and ---
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