Brandy Avery

(12-03-1987 / Sioux Falls sd)

~ An Screams I Mo Aisling ~

Na soilse a choinneáil dom ó oscailt mo shúile. San oíche wipe mé ar shiúl na deora go bhfuil mé cried. Mo shaol athraithe go mór agus go tapa. Bhí a fhios agam mo sonas. Ar mhaith riamh a bheith caillte. Déanann Mo intinn a reáchtáil agus a adhlacadh mo am atá caite. Char Mo scread mo bhrionglóidí. Beidh aon duine riamh a fhios cad a chiallaíonn sé. Chun féachaint ar cad atá feicthe agam nó bhí nuair a bhí mé. Mé riamh ag iarraidh a bhraitheann mar seo arís. Seasamh mé ard agus beidh riamh titim. Ní bheidh mo aoibh gháire a bheith bun os cionn. Toisc go mbeidh mé ag seasamh go deo mo talamh.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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