"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
"Brush the dirt off of your shoulders! Can't do nothin' else!" Others would tell me as frequently as possible, even if their shoulders are stained worse than mine can ever be. But, as much as I despise the phrase, I do regardless of what I am told. With hands still cut open by the jagged... Continue Reading →
Trees talk to me while they sway back and forth, Leaves rustle sounds of peace and prosperity while I lounge on grass. Warm kisses of sunshine clutter my entire body, Forming shadows revealing everything I choose not to see. Human nature isn't perfect, After all. There is no other beauty amounting to each broken branch... Continue Reading →
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