There was emptiness
There was terror
There was a search for something lost
The quick jog down the road
The beam of a flashlight searching the ground
Then there was recovery of the lost item
But.....
There was a guy
There was a shove
There was a kick
There was the worst beating she had ever got.
And then there was nothing
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Maybe My Story
PoetryA story of Blaze, and Ace. A story of broken relationships, remote islands, trauma, hate, self destruction, and relationships that can never be. This is the story of tragedy, and recovery. Of Defensiveness and trust. Of music and writing. Of being t...
