what in this world could ever save me from myself? all the hurt i seem to ease and take away, then i pretend and cover up my shield of disuading me of what i am becoming this quick. the rush makes to find what i never saw before you, i stand in front of the… Continue reading Chased Hunt
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Question How does one know what they write is meaning ful.
I have been writing since I can remember. Poetry or short stories , I am not sure what mine should be classified as. One thing has struck a chord with me though, my writing mean nothing to me, I don’t understand them yet everyone around me sees somthing in them.