Michelle Verschlagen Biography

the darkness of my soul
pierces the moonlit sky
isit in the black
salt water coming from my eye
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trees, leaves, dirt, sky
this is all i see as i run into the woods.
fast, smooth, deadly, beautiful
this is who i am, who i have become.
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i dont want to talk
i dont want to think
i dont want to do anything
except sit here and breathe
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like a rose petal in the winter breeze
she ran off and left me
now all i see
are her cold blue eyes staring at me
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the eternal struggle within
mind versus matter
heart versus mind
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