To Be A Burden. By themischievousannaApril 26, 2015 ( 0 ) Am stranded among the gory, Ignoring to destroying the story. Melted medicated laid bare sighed, Danger Danger feeling farther inside. Obfuscated drawn to open air, Bound to suffer boundless care. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, PoetryTags: anxiety, art, artist, Creative Writing, Fiction, fiction&poetry, poems, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Her Amorphous Grin. By themischievousanna2 days ago ( 0 ) Fleeting Restraints. By themischievousanna3 days ago ( 0 ) Every Shadow had its Crevice. By themischievousanna1 week ago ( 0 ) Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
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