Short Story / Religion and Spirituality
Poem / Romance
Poem / Poetry
I've been through alot so far in my life and I begin to persuade myself instead of grieving, and rebelling-
Just write about it. Tell my story to someone else, instead of keeping it to myself like most people do. Because
those people begin to form into a volcano. The pressure builds and builds until they explode and even after they cool
another layer of sorrow and heat molds and builds up on them. I don't want to be a volcano, so I Replaced
headaches and tears with ink and paper and say amen. It is done.
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