In Our Darker Hours

In Our Darker Hours

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These poems are dedicated the ones who never feel like they belong. For the misfits, outcasts, and those who are thrown aside. For the anger inside each person that can create a fire. A spark. This is for the unfiltered words, those words that aren't dared to be said. Maybe in this book, you'll find things that you can relate to. Or maybe you'll find things that you hate. Maybe this isn't your cup of tea, but these poems are not for anyone else but those who know the value of words. The words written may be messy, muddled, and confused. But they matter all the same. Here, every word matters. For in our darker hours, words are all that matter.
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Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

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