1. soul of a dead
... was beginning to unfold its mighty wings, I was nothing but a zombie on my grand casket- my great paradise of dead dreams and 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 ... sit where I am sitting, and kill time until all my blood drip out 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 ...
- Word Count: 340
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- Grade Level: High School