illusion
lost in the humm of indifference is the whimper of fading love held captive and suppressed in false contentment is the cry of a beaten soul shackled by the devouring wind of illusion this wounded heart beats yet bleeds of insignificance
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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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