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Let go *vent* Let me go.Let go *vent* by ~twiflutterpie
Save yourself the trouble and buy yourself time
Let me go.
I'm much too late, dead inside out
I just want to cry.
Watch me weep a waterfall of salty tears
In which many times you have
Tonight I scream.
I'll raise my voice and shout out loud, screaming in agonizing pain
Go on, run like many others have done. They cared not for me. I was too much to bear
Don't stop smiling.
I still care even if I were to hate. I can never bring myself to make you frown for eternity
Like a delicate flower I shrivel up and slowly decay. Who would care though? Who would see?
Just let go...of all your worries, even if it's me. Oh love, I'm lost without reason to live. I shall leave if all is my fault.
Or continue a difficult pursuit?
Storm Drain *short* I have seen so many times. What this world can make arise. Its chaos is a storm full of hurt. Many are the weak and bow to its command. The strong are few, but there's hope for me yet. So now nothin but the water is going to wash my soul clean. I've tripped in its dirt the filth and pain. Waking up I see what's right. No more of these dirty lies or weeping cries. Back to such innocence and smiling face. To those who want to follow well why don't I take you down to the river, take you down to the stream? Yea we'll all go together, we're gonna wash our souls clean. Let the rain wash it all away. We'll stand out from the crowd. No more of these lies. So now nothin but the water, is gonna set my soul to bid. Let it go down the storm drain.Storm Drain *short* by ~twiflutterpie
Youngest of dying roses *short* Deep within a garden of ever blossoming flowers, a young girl weilding a rose of lavender color stands alone amongst the dense, lush brush. The thorns never inflict any harm upon her. For she, is a part of the garden. A peice of a rose. The scents of sweet flood her nostrils as she inhales. A small smile creeps at her lips corners. Oh what a beauty she is, but never able to see it herself. Always in the water she stares, wondering; who she is. Why alive? Why me? What's my soul purpose in this twisted world? I'd rather hide away in fantasy alone. Swiftly turning around, her frilly yet simple dress resembling a purple rose lifts along with her. A sudden gust of breeze shakes petals of nearby flowers off making her a stunning display, but to whom does this catch sight of? The answer, is no one. For no one sees. No one hears. No one understands. A rose by any other name jusYoungest of dying roses *short* by ~twiflutterpie
My Little Exodus-Forgotten Gallery ch.1 On the Hunt 3rd pony viewMy Little Exodus-Forgotten Gallery ch.1 by ~twiflutterpie
From within a large cavern, feint blue glows emmited from the dripping water. Puddles everywhere as well as gold scattered on the rocky floor. In the center sat a pedestal with an aqua crystal ball. It all looked so tranquil, so untouched, s- "Logan you idiot run!" Or not. Hoofsteps resound signaling three were running and right into the cavern. One, a beautiful silver earthpony with yellow eyes. She stopped to rest panting all the while. Strange...no cutie mark. Two, dark gray pegasus with short, smoky black hair. His eye color is a very dark navy blue with a cutie mark of a swirl and three bubbles. Slowing down he too rests setting his sword down. Finally, three. A light green unicorn with golden eyes and spiked hair, both a darker shade. This one wore a golden tie. His cutie mark is of a brown book bearing a strange symbol on it. He fixed his glasses