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Meet the maker.
Here u get 2 meet us freaky chicks who make the chaos.
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KELLY
the path
by Jessica
Once I was walking down a path,
twisted and curved, its end no where in sight.
covered with cracks and moss caused by time,
and was dusty for no one but me had ever walked it.
The sides were lined with trees
gray in color and disturbing to see,
twisted like in agony,
towering over me like giants ready to fall with weakness.
The grass was stiff and fragile to the touch.
Dark birds pecking at the lifeless ground
in hope of something to fill their empty stomachs
was the only life I saw.
Following this dreary path,
till thoughts of death filled my mind,
I came upon a gate.
Metal twisted and intwined in great perfection,
like a piece of art used for confinement.
Beyond this gate was colorful life,
trees full of strength,
their tops full of plush green leaves.
Beneath them was soft green grass dotted with porcelain like flowers.
Red and yellow birds soared gracefully across the bright blue sky,
and ate gratefully on sweet fruit hanging from vines.
Rolling hills made the beds of healthy animals laying together in the sun.
This beautiful world sucked in my interest,
and hope to be part of it filled me.
Quickly, wanting to be free of this death filled place,
I tried to push the gate aside,
only to find that it was locked. . . . . .
Almost in shock I realized,
this was the separation between their world and mine.
The beautiful sight slowly disappeared
as the darkness behind me pulled me back inside.
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