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  Mar 2015 Alias
Ominous
Do you ever
miss yourself
in the middle of the mess
a lifetime can become?
Alias Mar 2015
Little did they how important they were,
How much they were needed,
How lost I am without,
How alone I am.
Little did they know,
Little did they understand,

Little.
Alias Feb 2015
Sometimes you have to draw a l
                                                        i
                                                        n
                                                        e in the sand.
Alias Jan 2015
you're an oasis stream,
running through my empty wasteland
Alias Jun 2014
And the world looked down at her and laughed. It laughed, and laughed, and laughed, the world started crying, and the raindrops then hit her head. And all Autumn felt was now loneliness, sadness and despair. Even though she was surrounded by people that loved her, and that she loved, she had never felt lonelier. And it struck her like a lightning that maybe the world hated her, and she hated it, and maybe it was best for the both of them that she disappeared. Because that was how everything felt at the moment, or the last months. She had never cried herself to sleep that often, she had never felt more pains in her chest, and heart. She had never felt more hopeless, she had never felt more stupid and like a waste of space. And then the world stopped laughing, so the rain stopped, and she felt the earth move. That was maybe the earth’s way to say; yes.

So she climbed up on the top of the building, looked down, and then the earth started laughing, bringing the tears. Autumn felt the rain in her hair, her face, her hands, she was soaked. And then she looked down from the edge, and the earth stopped again. She could feel it spinning, she felt dizzy, she felt sad, she felt hopeless, she felt… lonely. She put one step on the edge, and then she flew away. Like a little bird reaching for the sky, only that Autumn was going the other way.
Alias May 2014
So many stories are alike,
With only a few small differences to count them apart.
Still they are far from the same.
My story may sound like yours,
But we've got different chapters in between.
And the ending's not settled.
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