well,A Poem by Moebiawell,
At times I wonder if I deserve this life I have been given
the medicines surely say that I do at this point, I'm not sure what's living or surviving, even if it's the only thing I do because I have held on to the thinnest thread for nearly a year and even though people say it gets better I want more than nothing to just disappear the pain you gave me went a way for a while. alas, it comes back for a day and I peel my scabs and refresh myself of what pain feels like at the sight of your face and what it means to want to die
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1 Review Added on April 22, 2015 Last Updated on April 22, 2015 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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