I don't think I'll ever be able to stop,
Being this version of myself,
Not entirely, I think to some extent,
I'll always be kind,
And outspoken, or occasionally timid,
With a fascination for what's righteous,
And a distaste for what's wicked,
Along with a burning hatred,
For everything of this world,
Everything except the people in it.
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End of The Road- Poetry By Bruce
PoetryEnd of The Road follows a poetic journey through the pain of heartbreak, the path to recovery, and the emotions present from atop the summit of the mountain of healing. With the added bonus of some extra emotions and thoughts captured during the jou...
