To talk and feel soundless... To portray and feel inadequate... In this world, anger and dislike rise above all... In your world, animosity rules and loving effort falls short for miles... The plate remains bare from your ferocious appetite... Consuming all and gaining nothing...


It's nothing short of remarkable. How you continue to pick up my pieces of distruction that I leave behind me. Half in which contain myself. I'm not too sure how to remember who I am. Can you please help me find me? I'm cold. I'm alone. I'm lost. And... NOW.. The pieces that I had... Continue Reading →

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