They broke the soul that held it all.
They robbed the heart that cared for all.
They killed the life.
Now the dream is dead.
Hands outstretched with nothing but peace. A soft smile, a gentle caress.
A future so bright that flowers bloom.
Now the dream lives.
It thrives again.
For the soul is healing, and life reborn.
The dream strives.
The dream lives.
-becauzwecan
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A Journey of a Troubled Mind. ✔
Non-FictionThis is a little small compilation of writings/poems I do on occasion. They are an expression of my thoughts and feelings at a specific time and point in my life. I am publishing this now because I feel as though I am ready to share a piece of me...
