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Darkness lurks within this soul,
its dull, wide teeth gnashing at my bones
Soon it will have swallowed me whole
It would take you too, I must go al..
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Gaze up once for me,
Into the star lit sky
Eyes opening to see,
my world from the other side
Stretching out through dust and darkness,
beyond ..
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I look out to a world beyond my own,
beneath my willow tree
All through life I've been alone,
Hoping to someday be free
So many years dancing th..
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These bones of mine are weak,
but my heart will always be strong
My chance to succeed may be bleak,
but still I will travel headlong
Trials ..
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A valuable lesson about myself that I learned from my friend in North Carolina. This writing is based on the time I spent there, but some aspects (li..
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In great recollection,my thoughts are consumingtelling me of time long passed.In fear I hide in shadows, ever assumingthe faces of my past cannot be e..
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Life its much like a once blank canvas. Each experience and encounter is another stroke of the brush along the unrelenting journey. In the end..
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Life in the riches can be cruel, but life on the streets will be your undoing.
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THE WICKEDLY
By
Louis M. Warde
Prologue
A city can be something of
a Pandora's Box, containing mysteri..
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Life in the riches can be cruel, but life on the streets will be your undoing.
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