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Aug 2014
Sorrow is something that can only be described as a flood.
A flood that leaks slowly into your heart,
Then all at once breaks open the gates and drowns your soul.

Rage is quite the opposite.
It comes in stone,
Like a beating.
Hot to the touch
An infinity of flames.

Despair is neither.
Not an act of overwhelming sorrow or bruising rage.
It merely sits and waits for the ****.
Scratching at hope one tick of the time.
Acts as an accomplice with your own wicked thoughts
To **** you.
Recently I lost something I never thought I'd miss.
Anna Falls
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Anna Falls
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   david jm and Joseph Schneider
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