For the love of grammar, I write.
For the love of writing, I write.
For the love of pain, I write.
For the love of her, I write.
To keep her alive, I write.
To see her again, I write.
Turning to God, I ask for her.
Turning to Devil, I trade my soul for her.
Turning the pages of my past life, I find her.
In her, I find me.
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werner_pfennig
May 18, 2019 02:32AM
This is my first effort. Please be kind, read and let me know your thoughts. Give me tips to improve. As all I have now in my life, is to write the stories. I look forward to nothing, other than writ...View all Conversations
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