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I Am

I have seen what evil looks like when I have looked in the mirror. I have known so much hate that it destroyed the definition that others knew. I have seen the shadow of a man as he grew from a boy and learned himself. I have been both that boy and that man. I…

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Violence

I wish I could hang a setting sun. On the violence, let anger be done. I hear your pain, we feel it rain. Your banners with names of the slain. But we must come together and be as one. I hope upon the setting sun. Prayers for Charlotte -OM 44.1 @smokendust

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A Struggle to Feel Accepted

Sometimes it feels like life is an endless road of wanting to be accepted. After your family it begins when you comprehend the concept of friendship and with it the pain and harsh reality that not everyone has the same amount of friends in the world. For some who find it hard to form bonds…

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Left Hand, Right

My right hand writes my mind. My left hand writes my soul. In between lives a torn heart. It battles for the right and left. It is the right and left. But what day does not have a night and light? Writing open truths for those that only know lies. Telling lies to hope the…

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Crushing Roses

Could I share my broken heart? Allowing you to see it fall part. Or would I hide the pieces there. Ashamed of my broken despair. Should I borrow a smile? Walking steps of another’s mile. Instead I choose to turn within. Where the pain all began. Gluing myself back together. Hoping to create a person…