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Sep 2014
Emotionless being, heart less.
           Yearning to touch holy light.
Fingertips dwindling in the sparkling force.
But that is not reality.
         Constantly fighting to show emotion, continually striving to reassure others you care.
Plung that monster back to the darkest corner in the very bottom of your personality.
Never Let Them In.
They will flee as you fall to you knees.
How can I ever face my monsters if the biggest one is me?
Field Of Moons
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Field Of Moons
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   Alethea
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