Rachel Weaver Biography

The bleak of winter leaves me among despair
Thier is only anger and chill in the air
No happiness or laughing
Just grey clouds and bleak white sky
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Its a horror story in disguise
Its inside his eyes
My fairy tale
My fantasy
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Everything in life is a question and I dont have the answers.
My innocence has betrayed me.
I pray to nothing that this will go away.
My dreamcatchers broken and the dreams are leaving quickly. Breaking the hollow doors to get out, quietly not making a sound.
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A woman stood on the subway
Drinking her coffee and reading
She was minding her own buisness
In a skirt that was inviting
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Dear World,
You really never had the chance to know me
You never will get the chance
Because these words they are the last
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