InkA Poem by Aka_KitsuneNewer poem...Stress consumes me, attempting to take over my will to live, I begin to fall.
I fall far and hard, my pen does not waver, ink pours from its inside.
My writing showers me in relief, the pain is easing, ink allows me to see light in this dark. © 2012 Aka_KitsuneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAka_KitsuneTXAboutmy real name is Shawn Jewell, i wish to make a small name for myself & perhaps make a friend or two as i continue writing :) i mostly write poetry but i am in the process of working on a book :D .. more..Writing
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