As I look down upon my life...I see much darkness, consisting of my anxiety and pain. The river of my tears has rose and fallen, throughout my many years of despair. But I don't think anyone cares about my inner misery. For they can not see into my eyes the restless soul within me. For though I try hard to strive in life and follow the road that leads me, It seems as if I am always brought down by those whom which surround me, leaving me to see, what has come clear to be, its going to be me, versus my reality.Birth sign: Not entered
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