Wonderment

'tis a puzzlement. actually, no its not. I don't even have a subject to be puzzled about. I am just feeling like I should be writing something. Don't ask me why, I never make complete sense. I've accepted that.

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I have no idea what to write. damnit. but still i forge on. with horrible grammar but whatever. I wish I was fluent in every language. that would be awesome. because there is a lot of languages out there. I would be all " I can say fuck off in 32 different languages" even though there is more then 32 languages in the world. booyah. I'm starting to hate that word.

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The Undead

hear the whisper on the wind
speaking softly in your ear
long lost stories yearned to be told
built up, year from year
the mystery spilling from troubled mouths
as their tales of wonderment dissapear
slowly, painfully, their songs revealed
of troubled paths, lost loves, sorrow and fate
an undercurrent of warning, to live not like them
but to live.

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I am so bored. like really really bored. so I wrote. I need to work on that. give it a better ending, and title. then maybe it will run well