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I weep my tears
All alone
The shinning moonlight
Illuminates the way
On this autumn road
You cast me away
How was I to know
That my dreams were unreal
And why is it fair
That I am the one
That has to sacrifice
Why do I loose my dreams, my hopes
Why do you put out my fire
How is that fair?
I walk down the forest path
And wonder all this
Then stop at the abyss
- by Fizzyness Treasury Head |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 11/26/2010 |
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- Title: In The Cold
- Artist: Fizzyness Treasury Head
- Description: A small story that is written like a poem. It's about a young girl who has someone she cared about tell her (in a rather indirect way) that her and her dreams do not matter. And by doing so the person diminishes her hopes and dreams, and, initially, puts out her inner fire. It's a suicide tale, something or someone hurts you either physically or mentally, putting our your inner fire, and then suicide comes next. It's fiction in a non-fictional way!
- Date: 11/26/2010
- Tags: snow death meaning truthful forest
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