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)
Friday, April 18, 2025
The Write Way: Humanity (believe you me)
The Write Way: Humanity (believe you me): Quite simply put People need to believe Whatever they need To live in peace with themselves To save this planet From our own selfish g...
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