aware
I am cornered by this world I have come to despise it has wretched the few morsels of contentment from my soul being aware is a curse in this day and in the time of my childhood when we lived in blind bliss those memories have been stained as well God help these maniacs
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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