my soul
By poemsRcool
the window to my soul is in my eyes you see right into something very mysterious that you really don't know what to do or how to react to it my soul at times can be very much hurt and may crumble to pieces any second but what is most unique about my soul is that no matter how much i have endured in my life so far this pain, heartache and loss i seem to pick myself back up and be as stronge as i can be each and everyday and i find myself to be lucky to be able to do this all on my ownsince i havnt really had anyone there for me well, i have had my parents but i've always had this feeling that they never really understood but now i think they are starting to. Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 10:28 AM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"the window to my soul ..."