Broken Like A Pencil

His lower spine feels like that one pencil you'd suffer Writer's Block with. Slammed around for every moment you wish to scribble away the hurt you feel, But, Can't. Knows how to relieve himself of this pain, But, The thought of confronting that demon? So daunting...

Promisez Forsaken

What are promises any good for just to break them? Why waste the power of your words just to leave your friends and family forsaken? At least for a soul who doesn't carry the intention to maim and raze a foundation, Built by credence between one another, "I got you And you got me even... Continue Reading →

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