1. soul of a dead
... decayed hopes. As the cold breeze of the early morning touched my even colder skin, I felt like a shore where waves 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 ... gone is everything on me: gone was my heart, my spirit, my soul. Gone is my life. The seventh heaven is never mine; ag...
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- Grade Level: High School