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Dead Rose“I can’t do this anymore” she whispered through her tears.Dead Rose
“Can’t do what?” he asked, diving into the depths of her soft hazel eyes.
“Lie.”
He stared blankly at a tall blade of grass, lying limp in a dead clump in the green meadow. It was dying.
Looking up once again into her glistening eyes, he noticed they were filled with oceans. Captured in a tear, he felt her sorrow.
Gazing down once more, away from her eyes, he tried not to think about what was coming.
His soul left him, creeping into the dead blade of grass below his feet. A tear fell from his chin, follow
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a silent leaf fell to the shattered ground.. if i had caught it in its wayward path, would life have changed? would i get my wish?
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Aaron Michael Feren (1987-2006)
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feel. we. the progress.
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"Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
Walt Whitman
How's it goin'?
Bonjournee.
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Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
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