My brains says it needs more.It works till it over fills with reason and motivation to the point where logic can't squeeze itself in.
My heart aches with the weight of wanting to be the best I can morally, and still out do the previous pattern of chains.
My body is exhausted, it doesn't want to move. But lacks a mind of its own .
I fuel my arms,back and stomach then My body,mind,and soul fights over the scraps.
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My Silent Scream....(personal Poems)
Misterio / SuspensoUnless your mind is open,wild, and hurt your not going to understand anything that's going on.
