Intricacy of the mind

O that I would know what hides inside your soul. I see your melancholic side that obliterates your pride. You let them walk all over you your dreams you fail to pursue. They populate inside your head convincing you, you are better off dead. Depressions renders you powerless Telling you, you are unworthy and useless. You are bound by the shackles of your misery but nobody really knows your history. In the intricacy of your heart and soul You are searching for some self-control You hope and pray that maybe tomorrow You will find some relief for your pain and sorrow.

Eon

I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...

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