The Kid Who Found A Magic Pen

That's why I picked up a pen, To right my wrongs, And repent for all, The things I've done to myself and the one I've bawled over. For so many nights. Courting accountability as I should've in the first place while sober... There is power in being an Author. Knowing how to solder words together,... Continue Reading →

Met The Woman Of My Dreamz…And Wish I Never Did

I kind of met the woman of my dreams, But, Wish I never did. Her curls are so beautiful, But, My mind's wrapped up in the thought of exiting from this, Reality that doesn't seem to quite like me, While I'm fighting for peace... Her voice is as sweet as my favorite piece of chocolate,... Continue Reading →

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