The thought of you touching my black painted soul, killing my passion for what I loved. The thought of me pushing past these feelings isn't want I know, it is not how I work and it's most definitely not who I am. I know the saying " never give up" but how do I keep going when these actions are killing my state of health.
How do I heat a passion that has once died? How do I keep that feeling of bruising and burning flames inside my soul? The soul that has gone through 20 life times and has seen the impossible. How I do move through this neck high water that's been pulled from my once happy filled eyes.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
