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Shadows of Our Lives Many people wander about, searching for meaning in a chaotic life. Most of them found, as I have found, that no real meaning can be aspired. But then is all for naught? Are we but shadows on this earth? Starting to grow as the sun passes noon; getting bigger and bigger until, suddenly, as the sun dips below the horizon, we simply fade into the ground. Shadows, shadows no more. Are we simply here for a time? And when that sun sets on our life, are we soon and inevitably forgotten? Perhaps. But perhaps life doesn't even need a meaning. Perhaps we don't need a purpose. Perhaps simply living, being alive fo

Hiding in the dark They cannot see me for the dark thoroughly surrounds Look and look though as they may still I can't be found. For I live in this dark and perpetually cannot see what it is that traps and contains me

Lying Awake Lying Awake counting the momments, Momments, momments passing like years. Waiting for sleep to calm my brain, How can I live, live with this pain? Panicked thoughts racing through my skull, Desperate attempts to make it better. And on my cheek I feel a single tear, How can I live, live with this fear? Will I always be this hollow? Feeling this empty and alone? Feeling worthless, worthless as dirt, How can I live, live with this hurt? And as I wait for sleep to take me, Take me, take me far away. Pervading my mind, a single thought haunts me. Why can't I die, die and be free?

My Hate List I hate seafood I hate how I can't draw I hate intolorant people I hate that I can't spell I hate country music I hate people who try to convince me to like country music I hate people who try to convince me to like something assuming I haven't tried I hate how how I like certain things way to much I hate how I like My Little Pony so much I hate how people make fun of me for liking MLP I hate how people complain about MLP on DA I hate how people about *insert random art topic here* art on DA I hate when people try to justify racism I hate when people assume that homophobia is the same as hating gays I hate when peop

To those who help This one's for those who stand by us And tell us things are alright The ones who tell us to never give up To always fight the good fight This one's for those who make us feel Like it's worth it to keep on going To live, to laugh, to hurt, to cry Even when there is no knowing What lies ahead in front of us On this winding road It could be the morning light Or it could just be cold. The cold we've put up with for so long Before these people came along Before they taught us how to smile And how in the end it's all worthwhile.

The Prisoner A dark cage A lonely room All that's there Is a sense of gloom And a prisoner Desperate and scared Looking, looking for What he's feared But he cannot see What torments him What's locked him up What keeps him here For when he looks To see what's there All that he can see Is a mirror.