ONE YEAR A year ago today, My world turned so cold. I think I've found another way, Everyday I'm growing old. My mind slowly grows, and once again I feel. Nobody knows, My world is slowly turning real. Every day I fight, but the battle grows weak. With every passing night, I'm less afraid to sleep. Thank you for the peace, and my glimpse of hope. I'm glad I heard you speak, I know now to cope. ~Chaz
Reason for writing:
My year of learning
Birth sign: Scorpio
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