Ariel Morris

Alone she sits....
Alone she waits....
Alone she hopes and prays...
To be rescued....
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My heat is aching, my heart is breaking.
When will my pain end?
When can I begin again?
Till the end I pray not.
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Hate and pain, feelin’ it in my veins.
Hate and pain etched in my mind.
Love and hate are all the same,
Life and death are all our problems, but you treat them as there mine.
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I hold off the tears of sadness for

the fear of madness.
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Love and hate filling my head, when will it all end?
Love and Faith filling my grave, how full will it get?
these things running through my head.
Dealing with it has gotten to bo too much.
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Staring like a deer caught in the headlight,
You were taken from us, one of the few;
Run, run away from the hideous light.
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Pain: I wish it not to know my name.
Pain: simply the embodiment of thought.
Thought: an exchange of idea in ones mind.
Thought: an impassive wanting.
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