John Demon Jones Biography

A pittance in the fountain grants the wish of the good hearted
A single bud of rose
Petals flurished, a deep blood crimson only seen if the moon were upon it
A mess of thorns among a mangled wound
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Depression is being tired, yet you can never fall asleep.
It is forever wanting more, and ignoring what you keep.
Depression is the rock you trip on, when you could move around.
It is a way of crying out, but never making a sound.
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Quotes worth hearing.

'Once a girl my age at school asked me how I got the scars on my arms. I told her it was a sad and long story but she just replied, 'I have time and i like a story. Pleas tell me how they got there? ' I said that I got them in a battle long ago. She stared at me for a long time, and then asked, 'Who were you battling? ' I just answered, 'Myself.'
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Where the trees are green and the sky is clear.
This is where my heart does lie.
With meadows pure and resting deer.
This is where my heart does lie.
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Some where done to me.
Some where done for me.
Most where done by me.
But all have helped me.
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