"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
A year of abstinence from inhaling chronic to set the record straight.My vices aren't in charge as I doctor myself back to good health,And,Tune into the fate in which God has made for me by wrapping my palms around another page,Another pen,Another poem I recite as I find my way back home within a stage.No... Continue Reading →
Too late! What does that mean, really? In a life where we have the ability to change regardless of the odds, is it ever really too late to climb back up from the fate of damnation? The only judicious reasoning I can muster for anyone's opportunity at redemption is, death. What can one possibly do... Continue Reading →
Although I feel empty,The crying winds of my ailing soul cool down my blood,Preventing from boiling over.Sure,Times are tough as I get through it without the human touch,But,Why not lift myself off of an edge while I still can?Before it's too late...With enough strength coursing through my body,I realize that I don't have to choose... Continue Reading →
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