I have been shattered like broken glass
living in my deadly past
assuming the tables will turn
scars shine brighter in the sunlight
and louder than before.
Cut by the blade blown by the grenade
still convene I'm safe
and they knew how to convey their words
while I was blinded in a blur.
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ROSES GROWING THROUGH CONCRETE
PoetryThis story I hope really connects with millions of people who are really in need who are going through some very serious times right now and I want the readers to know that they are not alone whatever the problems maybe and I know things will get b...
