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Hey there it's Luna
Well, this is a dark dairy of mine where I pour out my feelings into every word. It's a strange blog but it's probably the best way to convey my feelings without being hurt.
I hope you don't find them too weird and with that, I wish you a fun time reading...

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Friday, May 27, 2016


I've always felt like this,
A strange, dying feeling.
It makes me wanna clench my heart,
And end all fucking feeling.

This stupid weight that I hold,
And a burden over my head.
Fills me with pain daily,
I'll die to kill in bed.

I never choose to walk this road,
But all happiness must end.
Merciless pain along the journey,
Is my way of repent.

It must be easy for you,
For a loving rich daddy.
Who knew I had to worked,
To dig for dirty money.

It must be easier to say,
That I'm the biggest slut in the world.
Too bad I wasn't blessed,
I'm just an abandoned girl.

There goes another day,
Here comes a nasty word.
So what if I'm working for hell,
You never tried kneeling for golden dirt.

Its true we turn a year older each birthday,
Happily wishing to the silly cake.
But its all a shitty joke to me,
For the people I love- they wish I was dead.

So don't tell me to stop being a whore,
Because I can't picture myself any other way.
This wasn't what I planned to live,
Too bad daddy- you buried me  away.

I asked myself crazily,
"What am I supposed to do?".
I pray and ask god daily,
"What did I did to you?".

The thousand likes or complimenting words,
Wouldn't compare to the parental love I yearn.
Even endless friendship that is there for me,
Stand no wall to my family.


Sunday, May 1, 2016


A lost spirit in the shattering world
With empty pennies and a crazy whirl
Grabbing stars to reach the ethereal light
Getting lost alone within the night

I'm walking astray far from my dreams
Just running towards where hard cash will be
Wild trading my skin to get some gold
Who cares if the slut becomes what others told

It wouldn't matter if I was hurt
Nor my feelings that they never heard
Yet sadly the truth is I'm not fine
But it is my fault so I shouldn't whine

"You posted these photos, You worn these clothes"
A whore, A hooker, A Fuck&Throw
Yet theres nothing I could ever say in my appeal
Because running for money is never real

Theres no place for me to write an explanation
Since no one will understand my sad sedation
Yet even here on my fucking little hideaway
There are pieces of me that slowly fades away

Whats the point of composing all these little poem
Why don't you write it straight down out for 'em
Well heaven forbids humans to have grace
He decides that I should be blame

Even if I wrote my heart out
Or cry till the bones go dry
Becuase I took the quick road to fame
"I got it cheap- Hence I'm liable for pain"

I'm done writing for the rest of the night
Just another step to my endless fight
Yet sadly I seek no humanity in my efforts
As I sit back and read the following replies in your words

Wildest Wolf