Here I go again, falling deep inside myself.
Fighting not to release the destruction that keeps calling my name.
I just can't seem to take it, still not strong enough to face it.
Wanting to run ever so far away.
To a placid, icy place.
My skin will turn pale...
My voice will only be heard to myself and the Ice Mountains...
So pure, nothing came hurt them...
That is the place I need to be.
Away from alll the hurt and pain.
Losing the battle I realize that the placid, icy place is only a dream ...
So I lose the battle and I commence to my cold, sharp friend and begin to slice away the misery of my existance...
By: Beryl
Berry
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