Broken SpiritA Poem by Madison
Alone I sit here,
Empty and cold. The light beckons me, It forces me to be ok. Hidden away, my feelings are, Showing no emotion is how I am. I have to fight to be alive, I have to pretend to care. The world crushed my dream, Yet it forces me to be. I once was Alive, Now I just survive. © 2015 MadisonReviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 9, 2015 Last Updated on May 22, 2015 AuthorMadisonMarshall, TXAboutI'm a somewhat nice person. I tend to be a loner. I like to be by myself. I like to listen to music because it blocks everyone out. I don't like opening up to anyone. Favorite Color: Purple My Hob.. more..Writing
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