My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Tuesday, May 31, 2016
The Write Way: Destiny
The papers so sharp
it dulls my lead The Write Way: Destiny: I've become scared to realize. Whats happened to me? Where I go I only think I choose no matter what I do win or loose Im tierd bu...
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