Mistakes Were Made, But…

Mistakes were made,But,I have a question.Does it mean I'm barred from repentance,A chance to be accountable and make up for my reckless nature?Or,Do I have an opportunity to escape what is destined to break first!Before it all collapses on me… A Glasshouse was never meant to stay in one piece.Each wall is transparent enough to... Continue Reading →

Diamondz Buried Under Drugz

Picture waking up. To the sounds of a man baking a, Pot full of something bubbling all the way to the top. With ears innocent from anything that sounds like someone making drugs... Witnessing your neighbor forcing down a line of cocaine just, To get through the day... Like, "Fuck it! I will share this... Continue Reading →

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