The DriftA Poem by murrillA man to be
Were is that baby boy with the wants and needs of a good bowl of Mac and cheese. You know the little boy with mud up to his knees. The one who acts like he is thirteen. The one who struggles to read. The one who is pursuing his big dreams, but this time without me.
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StatsAuthormurrillSemmes, ALAboutI am in denial for my words are spoken, but are they heard? I am afraid that I have stray too far and too scared to turn back. The truth has escaped my tongue for I am blind now, Will the curtains eve.. more..Writing
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