1. soul of a dead
... of memories are flooding. But for me, nothing is a memory. My heart had refused to feel, and I"m nothing but a senseless soul floating in the atmosphere. My eyes, which for years and years ago did nothing but release their crystal tears, see nothing but darkness now. I could feel nothing but more than the coldness around me, and I can hear nothing more than the tranquility that sweeps over ... and I fall down, dead. My love was gone, and gone is everything on me: gone was my heart, my spirit, my soul. Gone is my life. The seventh heaven is never mine; agonies are the gift I always recei...
- Word Count: 340
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- Grade Level: High School