"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Movement is eternal and nowadays, My feet itch. Why use the nails on my finger tips to scratch what'll leave when, I get up and strut my legs across a grass field full of seeds and, Sunshine allowing me to water them with my blood, Sweat and tears? This? Never stops. My Mind. The Pain.... Continue Reading →
Being "self-made" is a dream in the eyes of an outcast. No support around, Just you, A vision and a pen along with a pad helping you endure life when it hits the fan, While conjuring the future you're so desperate to see. No friends. But, An Earth full of trees, Flowers and plants releasing... Continue Reading →
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