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Step inside a nightmare That’s where you’ll find me Life is like a prison I ache to be free Children have no rights Surrounded by stereotypes And racist fights Children have no rights We’re told what to wear Do and say Ridiculous rules Increase each day Statistics are sickening Pregnant or addicted Homicide or suicide… Continue reading Return Home

“The Mist”

I deserve someone better than the one who likes to twist and pull my heart in a thousand endless directions. But the one who does this undesirable pain, is the one who I burn for. The one who made me feel the highest, I never feeling more sound and whole than ever before.