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)
Saturday, April 18, 2015
xoxoxo
It takes alot of peace
to make a whole
alot of decent people
To make the world
a piece of humamity goes a long way.
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