Question Markz

"If you don't write your own life story, Somebody else is going to write it for you," Was the motto, For a hollowed heart filled by a liquor bottle, Where anyone can spot growth diminishing with every shot spiraling around a rabbit hole of, What if?...

Sundae

It's Sunday! As sun rays enrobe every ounce of my flesh tanned by its undeniable love. A love so powerful, Squib or not, Only words of Grace posses my vocal cords when my throat is bit by the Angry bug. A sun so heartwarming and considerate. Anytime you're cold and jittery, It simmers and, Folds... Continue Reading →

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