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| Underneath The Leaves | |
| By ReflectingGod | ||
| 12 February 2010 | ||
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Unchained Melody brings tears to my eyes. Where a dog bowl sat then a bucket filled with dirty soapy water sits now. People at work & home: ''You don't look happy.'' Why should I? " What's wrong with you?" There's a lot of things wrong with me, which one would you like to hear first? Midwinter and it's warm outside, it's almost haunting how the monotone grass and sticks of the lawn produce such thoughts of happiness & death. Moonlight sonata in the afternoon, sitting on the porch steps resting my hand against the cool concrete, how solid it is. "Release me." I whisper...Beg the confused summer plants. Not knowing what else to do I curl up in the dirt and cry.
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