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...