Short Stories
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Última publicación mar, dic 24, 2019
~Saving Their Life~
So...
Death.
I ask you.
Give them more time?
~Who Did You Hurt~
They choose to disregard everything
Allowing us to only borrow their eyes
Holding us back with tears
Not allowing a new set of thoughts to rest next to their own in your mind.
~Out of the Darkness~
I looked up and what I saw froze my feet to the floor. I gasped harshly causing needles to stab at the back of my throat.
~Your Opinion~
You say they deserve my respect
But, they're lying to you.
And you're lying to yourself.
Hold my respect.
Hold my trust.
Listen to me.
Please-Please understand...
Short stories and poems I worked on..maybe a few songs I've tried to write.
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