Want To Die? So What…

Who am I to ever feel suicidal as I live a life I have dared not to live?Who am I to cry the Lord's name for my salvation when,I have been way too selfish and ungrateful to give?Just,A nobody with a dream I stopped cultivating with pure love when love became lost for me!A leech... Continue Reading →

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...

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