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Venting..

The gray skies keep me sane. Follow the stars to the end of the road.. Follow them to the end of the day. Gray skies make me smile.. I'm sick of the restless nights I no longer control. I'm sick of the painful thoughts & questions.. LORD WHY?! Why.. I'm Drained to ripped edges of desperation to hear her voice again. Never letting myself see her face for a last time.. LORD WHY?! Why.. She flew to another beautiful meaningful dream.. To see her again?? No!! NO!! It will never be!.. T'was Her last time on earth.. Her last. But Why?! lord.. Why. I'm sick of the soaked faces dialing to only hear.. "Has been disconnected".. When will i feel sane again. Why.. WHY!! I'm tired of the Images replaying in my weak slide-show of the only beauty left in this world. I'm withered to the core of anger and defeat.. Lord.. Why?! I am sick.. Only to dream one day.. My cousin.. She'd give me a call. She'd say, once more.. "Hey Ash!! Are you behaving? Better! I love you & I'm still your big cuz, Don't forget, I'm always" ... BEEP!!! "Has been disconnected." The gray skies keep me sane. Follow the stars to the end of the road.. Follow them to the end of the day. Gray skies make me smile.. I'm sick of the restless nights I no longer control. I'm sick of the painful thoughts & questions.. LORD WHY?! Why.. Although I no longer have a live vision of her actual human body & soul.. Lord. I put my trust in you.. I question You.. No Longer. While Ur gray skies.. Before the Bright morn, Keeps me sane.



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