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Steven Forrester Jan 2011
I hear it

Beneath the surface

Fighting for freedom

From its subconscious post

Inside its kingdom

Inside it's host

I knows its there

And i fear it

It knows i'm here

And i hear it

Her thoughts speak clearly

Of trechory

Of indignanty

Of infidelity

Of pain

And of suffering

Should I let go

Or should I ignore the echo
(c) Steven Forrester
Lori Apr 2018
There was a crack in her soul and you could see the universe peaking out. You could see the stars in her eyes and the way they shined even though she was broken and torn. Even though her heart was covered with the thorns of the last withering rose she carried inside. She was just a girl with a big heart in which a fire grew devouring her feelings and burning her alive. You could see that she was one of a kind and that her soul had more wonders than every galaxy combined, but those wonders were a reason of her broken pieces that she held in her hand. Strong enough to carry on but at the same time ready to give up and give in to the flame inside her. You could easily see from her eyes that she was hurting. You could see the stains on her cheeks that her tears had left as they streemed down her skin the night before. What has this horrific world done to her? Why is she on the verge of sinking into a sea of trechory and pain? And all those answers unanswered you could see that there was a crack in her soul and in the universe inside there was a black hole ******* her in, and her slowly fading away.
●a letter from the numb girl●

— The End —