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Random First Lines:Two girls, one with pure coal-black hair and pure silver eyes and one with pure silver hair with coal black eyes sat in a waiting room of sorts.... » Read
This poem is heavy from line to line and bares disheartening material. It may depress, so there's my warning. Keep an open mind, and enjoy some vulnerable work.
loaded again, still loathing for a change....I have been off of my pain meds, on again, off again, now on again....I'm depressed, scared, and sick of being sick, and I am finally officially admitting that I am an addict to these narcotics, and my last withdrawal was a nightmare...I'm loaded...
becoming the trigger, and letting the blade lure you is a dirty thing to do....I made a bad mistake...which I hope to never do again, because it is foolish... no matter how bad you feel, it is not a wise choice...
Me and how I got my fear of tractors.
By Ezeh Chibuoke
You are a wonder
Not a wanderer
You are a library
Piled with information
You are a moving school