i'm hanging on like a clothes peg.
the winds of change and winds of sorrow blow and blow mercilessly.
they make me cry at night.
they make me cry at day.
they turn me into the girl i cannot recognize today.
she who is upset all the time there is a dark sickness eating her inside out.
sometimes its so tiring to fight the wind, the sun and the occasional rain.
all i want to do is to just let it go.
to go back to the life i once knew, the life where i had sunshine laughter as a social butterfly and was free to soar as high as thy heart wanted.
but sadly all she is now is a clothes peg.
once so strong her strength is now failing her.
tears are the proof of the rapture of her soul.
waiting for her owner to peg the right clothing on her so that she will know which cloth is WORTH holding on.
her soul is drying up n dying.
please hurry. please.
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