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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Deppresion moods

Walking through the heavy snow the wind strikes at my face. At the end of the trail I glare at this house left alone like a child in the corner, crying and asking for someone to come and talk to her. My heart breaks as I strain to hear the sorrowful pleas that are not there.

1 comment:

  1. When I was reading this I can picture this in my mind, how sad and depressing it is it's not a bad thing). I like the way you use descriptive words to describe the feeling of the story.