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Feeling the need to write | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Feeling the need to write. November 26, 2014. November 26, 2014. Oldest pasttime of a land. Where the darkness of your skin. Denies rights; so understand. To the many born in plight,. This condition, linked to shade,. Tomorrow becomes a dream,. As our futures start to fade. At each corner and each turn,. Change in o...
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Never too late to say goodbye | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Never too late to say goodbye. Hello, my I help you? He asks after the third ring from the unknown caller. Hi, good morning, can I please speak with Mr. Rollins? Yea, this is he. May I ask who is calling? Yes, yes I am available on that day. That is a Thursday, am I right? He asks, trying to mask his joy. Unable to ...
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Sorrow | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. I am sorry for the ways in which I hurt you in the past. Never once did I intend for those actions to leave a cast. Over you, clouding the way in which you look onto your life. Which I knew was only swirled amongst pain and lasting strife. With no care I took your love and played a game you’d never win. You are comm...
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ravaged – Intro | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Ravaged – Intro. 8220;What the hell do you want from me you freak? 8221; she shouted through the cool air. She tried her best to slowly creep away from him while still on the floor. 8220;You’re a pathetic man to do all of this for some pussy! One thought on “ ravaged – Intro. March 15, 2010 at 9:51 pm. You are comme...
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Selected Poetry | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Here you will find poems that I have written on a variety of topics. I hope you enjoy them…. Forgetting Who I Am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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B. I. T. C. H. | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. B I T C. H. Being in this cold hell. With no idea where I stay. This place doesn’t seem right. Nothing around follows course. You and I, past shadows. Relations turned night from day. Anger fills our speech. Saying words with no remorse. Call me names to my face. In a tone I rarely heard. This is not who we are.
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your Voice is my Poetry | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Your Voice is my Poetry. When she sang, I felt my heart. Flutter like the wings. On a newly born butterfly. Flapping with such life. Anticipating what’s to come. The softness of her voice. Like the air around those wings. Took my spirits and gave them flight. Renewed what I once lost. Her melody removed my shell.
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The Tutor (NSFW) | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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The Last Day | Through a writer's mind
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Through a writer's mind. My thoughts, your views, our experience. B I T C. H. Forgetting Who I Am. This World of Ours. Your Voice is my Poetry. Never too late to say goodbye. Ravaged – Intro. Good morning Rich, you’re up pretty early. What’s up, you have something special going on in school today or what? Jason asks, still leaning on the door. In the shower, Richard rolls his eyes and wishes he were still in bed. This foul little attitude you have every single morning is going to stop, do you hear me?
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