The Battle of Light and DarkTortured, angry soul, haunting the streets amidst night, regrets an ignorant choice.The Battle of Light and Dark
Gay, euphoric soul, wandering streets in wonder, relishes a fresh, new start.
RageHeart pounds, throat tightens, breathing is impossible.Rage
Air too thick to enter lungs.
Vision fades to red with spots of black blotting out her face.
You taste bile, rising into your throat.
Words are
meaningless noise.
Hands close into fists.
Tight and sweaty.
Coarse, unforgiving words slip through tight lips.
Suffocating.
ID.
Awwww.
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it's becoming real clear that i have no talent.
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