isabeloftheunicorns
I try to think positively, but find that I can’t. I am being sucked into a deep dark hole of sadness, from which no light can escape or enter. I am dying. I cannot escape.
I always dream about having wings.
Being able to fly wherever the wind takes me.
Being so free, so happy.
I would get out of this place.
I always dream about having wings.
Being able to fly where ever the wind takes me.
Being so free, so happy.
I would get out of this place.
My muse is gone right now.
She sleeps away on her bed of clouds, instead of helping me get out the feelings that are hiding inside my heart.
Wake up, you lazy bum!
What amuses me?
Nothing.
Not today.
Nothing amuses me today.
The world is cold and black.
Not particularly amusing.
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