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The Wind

I howl 

in hopes that someone will hear me

but my words are lost

among the trees

and my whispers

they are only just that

colorless, I carry the scent of blooming flowers and icey snow

running across the barren landscape

I stand still

and when I call out again

no more than a murmur

I trust no one will here me

not the sun, not the earth

and not man

for though I know I exist,

I am truely nothing

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Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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