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But I Didn't Mean To
A Poem by
Philosophical Footsteps
I can’t walkI never thought this would happen to meIt all began in September.The school year had just begun.It was a Tuesday morning; only the s..
Just Let The Tears Fall
A Poem by
Philosophical Footsteps
She'll just let the tears fallAs her eyes close & she looses sight of it allShe'll quiver in painAs she sits, consumed by the silence, altogethe..
Untitled
A Poem by
Philosophical Footsteps
People always think that the most painful thing is loosing the one they love in their life. The truth is, the most painful thing is loosing yourself..
All Alone
A Poem by
Philosophical Footsteps
I'm all alone in a way, & I don't like itLayed up in my bedd, with these hot tears streaminq down my face, but I tried to fight itWhy? I don't k..
Another Tombstone
A Poem by
Philosophical Footsteps
Another TombstoneMy heart can’t grasp this conceptIt simply refuses, just inconceivableWe couldn’t tell, you always hid the truth from u..
Introduction
A Chapter by
Philosophical Footsteps
Introduction This is the story of three friends who all came from drug-addicted families and were forced to grow up in foster homes because th..
Prologue
A Chapter by
Philosophical Footsteps
Prologue Gun shots ringing, and the screeching sounds of rubber tires rubbing against the already hot pavement in an attempt to get away before ..
CJ
A Chapter by
Philosophical Footsteps
CJ My day started with a phone call from my girl Breyona. She was asking if we could spend the day together. I felt kind of bad when I told her ..
Why Did I Pull The Trigger
A Book by
Philosophical Footsteps
It Hurts/ All That's Remembered
A Poem by
Philosophical Footsteps
It hurts whern your last hug was a cold one without a pulse... When instead of hearing a heart beat it's a hollow shell without a tuneIt hurts that th..
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