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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
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The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com
Faith Morningstar
http://faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html
The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
http://faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html
The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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Faith Morningstar
http://faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html
The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com
Faith Morningstar
http://faith-morningstarchronicles.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html
The Perfect One which was lost'. I seek and I find. A love immortal I was told. Only to see that it was not mine. In a rage, my soul I sold. It spoke to me of a love lost. And how I was to be blamed. Upon tides of pain I was tossed. My mind in shambles as I grew insane. Do I wait then, for another try. Or is this the end. What good is there to my life. Now a broken thing for a broken man. The nights are anything but kind. I am cold, my body torn. And I see you smiling in my mind. Age: 21 (on 27th August).
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