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[Kat]

standing here one moment...wondering what to do.
I look around at these familiar walls.
built of my own devices....
waking down a road to nowhere soon.

theres a solider hiding right beneath my skin
A fighter, survivor somewhere within

as the cold winds blow
it all starts to fade away

You cling to scraps of memories
grasping for an ancor for your soul.

 

[dazner]

damn i loved this piece...

how long have you been writing...

this was awesome to read and read again...

thanks for sharing..

 

[Kat]

thanks glad you enjoyed. and for how long Ive been writing...just about as long as I can remember...actually I think I started when I was 12 right after my father died. Though I cant say it was all that good back then lol

 

[SilentSinz]

wionderful as always kat, thx for sharing this