_{Thank you for the favorite on my drawing (:}

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_{Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes}

The silence that comes from the darkness within is driving me to become what i am unsure of. The kindness of my Soul cries out to others as i walk past them. Those that fear me try to hold me close, for they think that i am strong. Then there are those that are at my side who are there just so they can laugh at me when i fall. My anger whispers to me in the light of the sun, telling me to set it free. This feeling of emptiness is consuming my every thought. As i Look for happiness, she is no where to be found. Sadness is what becomes of my loneliness, and it is there that i am able to sleep.