1. soul of a dead
... sun 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 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 ... gift I always r...
- Word Count: 340
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- Grade Level: High School