gabriella mendoza Biography

IF and only IF...
Faith interceded our beings, weaving together our heart strings.
[Gold over Silver, Silver over Gold.]
interweaving, overlooking, accepting. Love.
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I don't know what pushes our world in circles.
What causes the sun to turn old.
I don't care to know how the stars are standing,
How the moon wept
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I've fallen hostage to the glaciers,
Feet away from horizon of the sun.
The winds push me into their icy pools,
Regret soon followed by the damage done.
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some days are easier, it won't make a sound in my thoughts, a faint tick lost in the waves.
but then there are other days; days where i succumb to it. drowning within the reality of what i am.

sometimes i just want to let myself fall, into the deepest pit of self pity. i'll feed off the dust lying on the ground, waiting for someone to break me out, take me in their arms, and love me.
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Mother Earth let out a cry
As the soil consumed her heart.
Minerals grind away at her flesh
As each pulse drown the aged roots in blood.
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