HarmonyA Poem by KristaH ear the rthym of the wind blowing, the birds chirping frogs croaking. All in synch with the inner beat, nothing out of place. Wait somethings out of place, an animal in pain, waiting for its time. Hoping it will be ending soon, just end the cry for help someone. Go to it, end its misery. Put the sounds back in place, back in rthym again. We are in harmony. © 2009 KristaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 22, 2009 AuthorKristaPAAboutMy name is Krista. I'm 27 years old. I have an eating disorder and am a cutter. I'm also depressed most of the time a very negative out look on life. more..Writing
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