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December 29, 2013
By Shadow-wolfgirl BRONZE, Tillamook, Oregon
Shadow-wolfgirl BRONZE, Tillamook, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
"Everything comes from some sort of truth, no matter how disoriented that truth may be."


My strength slipped away
On the cold breeze that overcame
Me
Falling down
Towards the snowy ground
I closed my eyes
And breathed in the night
No longer wishing
Nor hoping
For a life unlike mine
Just excepting
All the pain
All the gain
Letting go
And moving towards another day
I rise, dancing in the
Slow falling snow
Surrounded by
My little ones
And unfortunates.


The author's comments:
I hope people will realize that this poem is not about giving up, but rather accepting things that you cant change and moving on to be happy.You never know whats up ahead of you if you never lift your head.

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