16 January 2014


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  1. This is how I feel deep rooted to inescapable feeling of despair, their is a small flame of light at the back of my mind of and image of happiness that flutters around like a butterfly beautiful in concept, but fluttering and always fleeting. My tears only shower the growth depression that seems to continue to grow heavy like unwanted branches of a tree baring it's weight on the trunk of my soul, so heavy I can feel the splintering of the very fibers of my spirit.