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Bats,scared,dark,storm...
We had a Wonderful BIG Storm last night. But when it came to lighting candles, there was one little problem......
writing my first blog ever! I felt very "out of style" not doing the blogging thing, but being a very private person I didn't want everyone to know my thoughts. So SoulCast, here I am, because you are uncensored....
My heart is broken, as I exist in this bleak life....
There's a hidden door behind the Catholic church.
http://www.theharrowing.com/exfiles.html
http://www.priestsofdarkness.com/vatican.html
http://www.catholic.org/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yi2yy82Ye21
http://sqpn.com/2008...
I was born into a live of rape and incest. At my birth I was burned from the hospital towel that the nurse wraped me in. I was lucky , I did not receive and scars from this.You see, the towel was not rinsed of the...
Everything changes, that is what life is - trying to go against it is agains the very nature of what life is, hence the pain it causes...
crazy...
Welcom to my world......
I tried to squint to see the beautiful rainbow of colors i've seen before but to no avail. But i noticed something. Beyond the blinding light was was a dim one. I noticed it before but i didn't pay attention, i was too drunk in the beautiful......
A soul searching for the truth...
Fears...
A poem that was written when I witnessed a couple having an argument at a small diner. Their dinner started out nice, but turned sour. The girl was trying to make amends and offer loving words while the boy kept spewing hurtful words at her....
Gray....
Just getting some of this sadness up off me and on to white pages. Maybe there's a chance to make it through this dark forest into the clearing again....
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