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The Target That Won’t Die

Insane,Isn't it?How our demons target us while they rest soundly in our minds.And,They come in different forms of pain,Promises and lies!Like…Neighbors that'll claim that they're there to pick you up from a fall…Lies like,Words of honor others wrought to be broken by a call!Made by their inner child while intoxicated by the alcohol!They would rather... Continue Reading →

Curse Of The Past

Too open. Like each pulsating wound on a body almost stabbed to death by broken promises. Pouring out fresh blood continuously regardless of their dates of print... Too open. Like the void within a mangled souled who's yet to find a family and home. Empty of the kind of love only another can bring... Too... Continue Reading →

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