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.. oh it's morning. {i must say, my new anti-depressants are a sure-fire thing. but they're also an artists' nightmare. i've been on countless different medications, and now it seems i have actually lost the ability to care, or to feel. so let me bring you up to par with my current happenings.} i consider myself a lost soul, an invisible one. a ghost even. i've had a fairly full life, currently twenty-three years old, sitting here reminiscing of my past, present and future. there have been many ups and downs, horrible choices made. i sit here now, trying to divulge what i can in written form. i sorely wish i could cry, let my blade unsheath

First of all, happy Father's day to everyone. I'll be ringing my Dad shortly after I finish this. So, this is my first attempt at featuring some user's amazing work and get them noticed by more people. __________________________________________ ~JellyBeanRainbow (https://www.deviantart.com/jellybeanrainbow) JellyBeanRainbow (https://www.deviantart.com/jellybeanrainbow) This lovely deviant has lots of free verse material that will keep you hooked, she certainly has me. She's also an admin of a group called #The-Creative-Writer, if you get the time submit some work there! Here are a few pieces of her work: :thumb308691699::thumb305130326::thumb303935985: __________________________________________ :iconangelwingss07:

all theories like clichés shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird. wish us luck. No title by Charles Bukowski.