The tears i have shed The aches that rocked my head The tides that washed away my bread The times i refused to be led You were always there Oh My Scars over flesh these mirrors reflect Countless rights my choice once left In shame's naked fest i was undressed In fear's choke hold was... Continue Reading →
I had conversations with a couple of friends that smoked weed, cigarette and loved to drink. They disagreed to agree that they were addicts. They also said they tried to stop several times but some kind of emptiness within them needed to be filled somehow and the "Slow-Killers" seemed to be their nearest option. Some... Continue Reading →
I had conversations with a couple of friends that smoked weed, cigarette and loved to drink. They disagreed to agree that they were addicts. They also said they tried to stop several times but some kind of emptiness within them needed to be filled somehow and the "Slow-Killers" seemed to be their nearest option. Some... Continue Reading →
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