Author of My Own Story

Nowadays, When I wake up, I realize I can never see him again. The man who taught me what a word was any time I said, "I don't ever want to breathe nor live again..." One of three who dragged me out of an abyss so that I can repent. For the sins I've committed... Continue Reading →

Stoned In The Halls Of Stony Brook

Loss, A word I know too much about. I wake up and see the things left as debris around me, Yet I’m blessed, To have much more than many other people around a world cluttered by poverty and continuous war our emotions fuel daily... But, What I’ve lost is much deeper than that. I lost... Continue Reading →

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