Smiles and blooms have crawled away in haste;
Cool sweetness and incense of the prime
Have receded into the pothole of time
With the irritant summer and the rainy waste ;
Winter is an epitome of the silent knell --
Pale , pensive, plaintive, heavy and cold ;
Colours are all lost in the grey fold,
With the bright charm of the bygone spell ,
As she sits robed in ashen attire again ,
Streching herself with limbs wide across
The deceased crags and the patchy moss ,
Lining randomly along the sickly plain
Weary, withering, wany life and all. ..
Are thus sadly shrouded in the last fall..!
I was a step closer to doom. I was walkong on the edge of perdition.
Those things that i hate became my likes all of a sudden, even if i hate them again they become my like again.
Maybe when i decided to stay away they stay away too and they make me feel like i need them.
My life is half over because of sins i hate. I fought them for a very long time but now it like they want to take over but how many times will this happen.
The devil is coming with a harder blow i think i just need to get stronger for my sake and for my careers.
Urge. Urge . urge
Why are u tasting like wine in my mouth?
Why do you decieve me so much?
Why do you make me feel like i miss you when i clearly don't?
You mean nothing to me, i just wany to make it clear.
You only bring me pain and regrets. You are trying to break me buh i wont let you.
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