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Stories From My Soul. What escapes as I attempt to express myself through words. A song without music. She stands in crowds and hopes to feel. The passion she once felt inside. She longs to muse and to create. But feels dried up inside. She once had hope and a desire. To write the world into her heart. But now she gets too overwhelmed. The pain is just too much. Oh, the stories left untold,. The ones our hearts cry out. The stories left untold,. They tell us who we are. Sing songs of things she knew.
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Stories From My Soul. What escapes as I attempt to express myself through words. She had grown up. But not fast enough. They had lots of unique experiences in foreign countries. They had gained knowledge through their explorations and garnered new insights into life. What did she have but book learning and a cache of experiences that any high school student also possessed? This entry was posted in Fiction. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Stories From My Soul. What escapes as I attempt to express myself through words. I stare from my window,. Tentacles of cold air brush across my face,. Trying to steal the warmth away. There is something about being awake,. When you should be asleep,. When everyone else is asleep. I have nothing to sleep for,. No commitments in the morning,. So I stare out my window some more,. If contemplative can be a feeling. I am waiting,. Wanting the thought to arrive,. But I don’t know what it is. Stories. →. Get ev...
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Stories From My Soul « What escapes as I attempt to express myself through words.
Stories From My Soul. What escapes as I attempt to express myself through words. A song without music. She stands in crowds and hopes to feel. The passion she once felt inside. She longs to muse and to create. But feels dried up inside. She once had hope and a desire. To write the world into her heart. But now she gets too overwhelmed. The pain is just too much. Oh, the stories left untold,. The ones our hearts cry out. The stories left untold,. They tell us who we are. Sing songs of things she knew.
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