"Edow Alawode is my name
I write my thoughts down
Creative others would not call it
Kevin said it was going to be helpfull"
10 years later a person finds a notebook filled with small papers stuck into it, stories and poetry is written over the pages. The story of someone described with love and pain.
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~My hearts sick and bruised
My souls paper thin
You can make me bleed with just a flick of my skin~
This ones a blast. That much I know... but I wrote it...
So who am I to say so?
With love,
David Yager