I left so many pieces of myself with so many people I left behind that now I am nothing, nothing, and life is nothing but a string of events that harbor no meaning, waiting eternally for eyes that no longer see with a soul.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
