You lose someone once and you think the sun will never rise again. This is more of a poem about despair, fatherlessness coincided with despair.
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This is my feelings about a murder on the news that I am still not ready to talk about and I can't choose the right words for. The biggest pains are s..
I'm sitting behind the door my head is between my hands, staring the floor like Ivan the TerribleMy angels are fighting each other in the words whispe..