The days go by and I am delirious.Watching the fireflys die, pinned to the ground that we all wish to leave.
Heartache and pain that comes from within myself, and it makes me realize that, maybe I am not meant to be happy.
Maybe I am supposed to leave myself to no regard and care for others, like those of my kind did so long ago.
All of these happenings make me question, just what am I?
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Observances on life and the such it contains
I will write whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like.
My moods change so the journal entry will depend entirely opon that mood, which I feel.
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"And to those who wonder and think that it may concern,
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."
I am an individual, free of hate and wide of mind."