There are words woven into my brain that will forever stain my soul. All the promises that have been broken and the scars that have been made, haunt me in my darkest of hours, and I can not fathom how such things scattered through my past had come to cross my path and wound me so deeply.
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Random( serein ) the fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at sunset or in the early hours of night; evening serenity this is a collection of poetry and excerpts from books written by me. some may be triggering, others may make you think of a speci...
