Hiding in my shell
Not caring for a single sound of bell
Safe and sound
with no one around
Carrying my home
that way I'll never roam
Ill be happy with no worry
For Ill have no friends to burry
I wish I was a turtle
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Poems from the Dead
PoésieThis book is filled with all the poems my dead soul wrote when I didn't have Jesus. I felt the need to share these because I know what it's like to feel lost and confused. But I also know what forgiveness feels like and I've seen how God can change...
