Done. Over. Gone.No, not ever.I could not go another day,It is but too little,Too late.The woollen jumper need not cover me now.For I am already cold.Taken, and bathed in a relentless shadow.My heart now nothing but an organ.Beating slowly..So slowlyBefore coming to a stop.And with that it ends.Done.Over.Gone.
Keep Your Enemies Close - PrologueThe trees were dank in colour, malevolently swaying in the rough winds. Usually such benign things wouldn't have an effect on Indianna, but in the past couple of days circumstances had changed. War was coming and she knew it, she could smell it. Every time that she recalled what they discovered her stomach dropped.Her eyes adjusted from the view out of her window to the reflection that was sprayed across the glistening glass. Such beauty, red, luscious; petite lips, huge brown eyes that begged for attention; high cheek bones and a nose that gave away her Spanish heritage. Indianna's long, thick, brown locks hung across her voluptuous breasts.'Heart-breakers', was the term she jokingly used as she contemplated her body. Was it vain to accept she was good looking? She had never been one to hide from the truth. Though now, she wished she could.See, the department of intelligence that she worked for had been tracking the movements of the five most wanted persons in the world. Six years
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Never Always..Life is good,But never always,Like a world of tennis balls,We all have our ups and downs,Because nobody's perfect,And yet everyone is.In our own special way,We keep our world turning,In an eternal pattern..Of lifeAnd death.
That Girl was MeThe girl with blood on her pillow Because at night, her monsters won't leave her mind alone So she tears At the never healing scars The girl with burn tracks down her face Tears just weren't enough They couldn't show the loss, the emotionSo, this was her way of showing her pain The girl with wire sewn lips Because the world showed her Her pleading words will never change a thing She has no power to help anyone, so why let her try The girl that has blackened feet Bruises from walking a million miles Following closely behind someone Only to realize they were a mirage in a twisted world The girl with a bottle of pain killers in her shaking hands Waiting to numb the pain Looking for the final reason To leave her private world of pain behind The girl with a frown painted over her fake smile Trying everything to make you see That she's not all right&
Scars Tell a StoryScars Tell a StoryI believe that scars tell a story. Everyone has scars, whether they are on the body or in the heart.All scars tell a story. They tell a story of how they came to be and what they remind the people of whom have them. In order to understand and hear those stories, you have to be able to see what's hiding behind the smile and the pain hidden within the esys. Most people have pain they hide whether it be emotional or physical. When the pain goes it leaves a scar.People express their pain in different ways, which is why some scars are visible and some are hidden. I see scars differently than most because I have many on my body and in my heart. Even though some of my scars tell more of my story than others, they all make up part of my full story.I've faced a lot of hardship at an early age. They have all lead to the downward spiral I've been in for five years now. My physi