Shaya : Writing

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A by Shaya


is it wrong to let children fight our battle?? the genaside is increasing lives are decreasing. does anyone take the time to think of the concequnce..
my yellow daisy

my yellow daisy

A Poem by Shaya


my yellow daisy was suposed to last forever i was told forever was a state of mind. as soon as my daisy died i put her to rest. i'll never forget ..
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A Poem by Shaya


when the tear stains have dryed no one is there to look at mangled reflection my pain is like a rough handchoking me slowly suffacating my soul. b..
my bandage

my bandage

A Poem by Shaya


my bandage my bandage repeatedly being ripped off. each time the bleeding increases pain. like a hit to the stomach oh the pai..