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Little Ladybugs

So the ladybug sisters skipped back through the meadow, past the stream to their house to plan the next "make believe" day. "What do you want to be tomorrow Penny Pen?" asked Linnie. "I don't know yet. Maybe I will dream a 'make believe' tonight." Penny replied as they skipped into the house and to their beds.

Lost, but confident

The tangles of my hair I touch.
Different colors in my sight.
Disgusting and magical tastes.
Loud with softness near my ear.
Horrifying, but wonderful smells.
Why can't it be settle?
What made it this confusing?
How did it became so stressful?
Who is causing this?
When did I started getting confused?
One word which describes this.
Confused in my head, feeling like I want to rip my head apart from my body, having to lay there still as my head roll against the floor.
The soul is fighting between.
My head feels like a hammer.
Sitting and thinking.
Whether I solve this out?
Or do I stay confused?
Gets advice, but sort of helpful, but not totally.
I need to think this through.
As I got through the mazes, between the lines that lies before me, as I find my way home once again.
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Broken in Sorrows

All the time I've been near you.
you just kept walking along the road.
Like there's no life behind.
Leaf's turn brown and falls, as rain roll down my soft cheeks.
My aching pain within my heart, shattered and ripped.
Left me to die in hell, the day you kept walking.
Never ever looked back to see the shining light.
The one who lifted you up, brighten your smile.
Now all to crumples, and broken down to pieces.
I fall to the ground.
Your name against my lips, coming out like a broken harmony, as you kept walking.
Leaving me there to die.
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Nighters in the Moonlight

I was inspired by an old best friend who showed me stories that he wrote on his own, and also I was inspired by books to give me a few ideas.
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