Hammered me down an shackled me in a hell so deep the fire filled screams ended up to my trembling knees,
yet I've learned how to channel my power and yes I do have power; no matter how much you try An strip me of my all consuming will and choke me with strung together words.
No matter the percentage of mental black and blue, I will rise above everything you have ever set the ground work for tearing at the seams an rebuilding while shedding of the evil embedded inside of it,
everything you have ever stepped a disastrous foot on is now gone just like the hurricane you created.
It doesn't matter how far you dig the knife in, I will continue to stitch myself up by a steady hand perspired to surpass any marker you ever reached in your life time.
Thought hell contained a locked door that you could just slam on me
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
