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Inside me is a story of struggles and pains
Its wandered too far and deep in my veins
The story in my veins is behind my blood and skin
It travels throughout my body telling dark tales of sin
I'm far from okay,
But at the sight of a blank page, my fingers are flying across the keys.
Turning tears into words, and finding a peace long forgotten, poetry.
My love for fashion wildly grows,
For everytime I walk into a store
I cannot help, but buy more clothes;
I shop, and shop until I snore.
Blouses, skirts, and pants alike,
You cannot see the beguiling manner of those people
You, an amiable person
Them, a people of many faces
You run past the boisterous crowds
Only aiming to please
Behind the false perfection,
My glassy Eyes - from Fires wrought -
Were Stained with streaks of Night.
Peculiar are these Eyes of Dusk
Which dawn with Lack of Light-
