All black and in my feels, under this moon and wind I can feel these chills. needles to my arm I even take pills without no hesitation like a fire fighter and an alarm I have drills. I'm steady looking for that relief that my pain can heal....give me that joy I can't explain something that I can steal.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
