User talk:2600:8806:8501:C800:488B:F37B:3785:B826

I personally think that I am a creative writer in a sense. The reason why I say that is because when I write I express myself in so many ways and I use so many techniques when I write. It’s as if the wind is gliding on my paper and it’s as if the trees are writing the lyrics or words. I am often creative when I sing songs. I can change the tone and texture of my voice to match the sound of the piano. Or I am creative when I draw pictures or color in between the lines of trust and equality. Being creative is who I am. I don’t think that I would survive a day without being creative and that’s on gawd. When you look at me what do you see? A girl waiting to take her last breath? Or a girl who is tryna fulfill her destiny? But wait you don’t know the answer. Depression got me thinking y am I so messed up......Living everyday with a burden of hate and destruction. I wake up everyday feeling lonely and insecure. But why? I pray and I pray hoping for an answer but God aint there so whats da point of living. I cry and I cry until the next morning hoping da next morning would be better but I guess not.People hating on me almost everyday cuz I don't look da way they want me to. Ive been used and used for things that I don't understand. Life's got me worried day in and day out. Making me sick to know who I am. I try my best as an individual but I find my hope slowly fading away with the love I once knew.But wait, once you realize that you aren’t alone that hope is once again renewed. Again, and again we see hope and unity in the future. No gain no pain just life. Looking at the casket is another way to say hello even though spiritually that’s our way of saying good-bye. But listen and learn to greet good-byes with hellos and feel the burden begin to leave. Trust me when you hold onto your purpose God’s gonna look down on you with a smile. As if nothing was dark in the past. Just know you aren’t alone but I am there to take the last breath for you. You thought nobody was gonna take a bullet for you until you turned around and saw a bullet stuck in my head. You cried and you cried non-stop while my soul slowly reached the heavens. I was always there for you, you just didn’t notice you were so blind but death made you open your eyes to see. I wonder why you looked at me the way you did when I so graciously called your name. It’s because hell was gone and you simply just needed peace and that’s on Gawd. When I write to you I pour my heart out to you for one reason and that’s because I love you. Written By:Arionna Seven Vinson2600:8806:8501:C800:488B:F37B:3785:B826 (talk) 11:20, 24 September 2020 (UTC)