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I hate feeling helpless
Like I can’t cure
Every problem you have
All I do is care
And I’m happy you share
But why can’t I help?
Or soothe your feelings
To something happy?
It hurts to live in the past
But harder looking into the future
And the present isn’t much better
Darkness is all around
And I wish I could hold a candle
And guide you through the black
But I don’t know how
Posted on February 27, 2012 via Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too with 12 notes
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My name is Celina B. Mills and I am a writer. I write horror novels and poetry, and occasionally song lyrics. I play the acoustic guitar and the keyboard, and I'm also a lesbian.
I happen to be one of the biggest music lovers ever! And recently created a music-review blog, totally random shuffle with my mom.
My five great loves are writing, reading, music, my family, and animals. I'm also a big fan of horror movies!
I created this blog to post my poetry. Everything I post, unless otherwise stated, is written by me.
