As the world ended,
I thought of tea instead of coffee, as it lost it's appeal
As the world ended,
I swirled cream into my coffee as I do
As the world ended,
I dressed in the same manner as everyday
As the world ended,
I made toast to throw away
As the world ended,
I saw no one else, tho they were around
As the world ended,
I selfishly thought, How could you leave me here with so much time to go
As the world ended,
I realized it still existed
and
This was too much to bear
As my world ended....
Sent from my Galaxy
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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