"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Cold Like,The winds of a broken home,Destroyed by tornadoes of trauma unworthy of excuses.Humanity stained by the blood of youth as a tradeoff for cigarettes and booze so,So illusive.So much cannabis to choose from,Yet,All come with an inevitable fall when you’re too “lit,”As you watch the ashes of your dreams sprinkle on a grave dug... Continue Reading →
Trauma nickle-plated. Having dinner while elated with an appetite for the ages. Apple seeds planted by John Doe's who handed Life's answers to us kids paving, The way to destruction, Are eaten in vain and, Never is there an apology behind the way they're behaving. Ignorance is bliss when you're full of pain in, A... Continue Reading →
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