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Keep Moving.
Move forward. Keep walking.
You'll never know know where the road ends from standing by gawking.
Keep moving 'til you're hurt and in pain.
Never waver or you'll never truly feel the rain.
Push forward, step by step.
Why stop? You haven't tasted the depth!
Don't whine, you're almost there!
Why, can't you hear it in the air?
So move forward, keep going!
When you arrive it'll smell like a homecoming!Keep Moving. by =GingerMama
HeartI am a different person than ones others see me as.
I am unique. I am an individual. I am me.

There is nothing that can change me.
I am kind. I am loyal. I am strong. I am me.

I know of life's hardships, I have suffered many. I do not speak of them 'fore it burns the inner confines of my heart to remember such pains. Yet, such as I feel need to preach them. And preach them I will!

Years of life under such an alcoholic 'birth-giver', indeed he gave me life, a life I wish not upon any. Mine elder blood, my sibling, lost as well. Oh, so lost. Long before I, she was. Lost with sex and drugs.. What I endured shouldn't be spoken, but it will! ItHeart by =GingerMama
Narrative EssayYears spent in a town which I still have no choice but to loathe. I was nine, nearing ten and I had a secret, one of which the world could see: I was abused from both home and school, ruined physically, emotionally, and mentally. The ruining took my life after nine-eleven when I was six, after the souls of that town had grown harsh and cold. I had done nothing wrong. I had only stayed quietly with my grandmother, liked games all others believed to be 'strange and abnormal', and I happened to be a unique person with rare features: long, flowing campfire glow locks of hair, eyes like shining emerald crystals whilst the moon hovering over full aNarrative Essay by ~TheeChange
(Untitled)The angels are sheding tears
Because another soul was lost by fear
Soon their wings will turn black
For love is what the world will lack
The making of rainbows will cease
And the violence and gangs will increase
Gun powder and smoke fill the atmosphere
The angels land is no longer clear
Their hearts are breaking
The world is shaking
Fire spreads across the land
The sea no longer covers sand
Black sky's in the days
Dimming sun rays
Smiling faces washed away
The human body turned to clay
Rain pounds all around
Drowning out the slightest sound
The world as we know it is fading to dust
Hard work looks like rust
The angels are (Untitled) by =GingerMama
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Well, simply put, this is a group where all art is accepted ^^.
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Founded 7 Months ago
Oct 3, 2012

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