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I'm no longer the happy Taryn I was in NC...if you knew me then...you would know the difference now. Yea, I'm going for my dreams, shooting for the stars, but my true existence still isn't fufilled. I still have that emptiness...and I'm afraid it'll always be there. No matter where I stand in this vast world, I'll still stand alone. A lonely, broken matchgirl in the rain. I'll remain a shivering speck of what I used to be. At one point I did recover from this darkness, but as a familiar smoke fills my lungs, I realize it was only dormant. It waited in the tiny shadows left behind, a piece of dust I just cannot wipe away. It waited to suck me back in...okay I'm here....you have me. I now await the torture I must be put through yet again. I fear this time I won't get out....
"Without you the poetry in me is dead..."
"Without you the poetry in me is dead..."