Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed what I had to share when I had the time to share it.
Farewell,
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The cry for helpThe cry for help that came too late, a sonnet in the Shakespearean TraditionThe cry for help
The cry for help that came too late, She stood each day upon her beach. The sands of time would not abate; But gentle smiles to patron each. 'Twas that smile that took so long, Shining from her sombre face. Her friends couldn't know the wrong, That hid so deep, and won the race. With every laugh she took a stride, Along her beach; her unfailed wit. Her compassioned grace, unfeigned pride. Still, in the end, this hope ne'er fit. Inside she cried, each night after day. 'Til death


I know how it feelsAs you're lying there Dying there, crying like no tommorow You wrenching your hands And somehow I understand the pain that you are feeling The pit of your stomach feels up in your throat And your head is filled with clashes and fragments of words I can't feel it myself But I feel as if I could explain it with perfection And I want to sympahthize And I want to lay down beside youI know how it feels
I want to gaze endlessly in your eyes I want you to see just one glimps into my soul through yours So that you can know that I know How it feels
xox
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~A bohemian storm is brewing~
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~A bohemian storm is brewing~
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