Nava out.


ThoughtsI...I can't write. I can't write fiddle sticks. There's no way I can weave words into a brilliant story, to blow one's imagination away with great literature. There is no way I can be a writer, no matter how many things I wish to yearn to say, to reach out and speak to people. It's all...hopeless. Completely hopeless. It always has been. And yet... Before, dreams kept me going on. Wild fantasies. The sheer joy of pouring thoughts onto paper, making dreams come alive word after word, paragraph after paragraph- it all seemed so simple before. Before...the darkness... It comes right in without knocking.Thoughts
Street Urchin
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That rug really tied the room together....
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You want to live in a perfect world, too bad, humans love to be negative.
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You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Just let me go~
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You want to live in a perfect world, too bad, humans love to be negative.
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You love me but you don't know who I am
I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand
You love me but you don't know who I am
So let me go
Just let me go~
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