Writing

She was the angel leaving behind pixie dust everywhere she went, like little bits of happiness And he kept following the trail, Hoping to get ..

All bad people will hopefully come to an unpleasant end...

We must lead the younger generation through life, and then they will lead the next, on a trail towards understanding and knowledge.

An emotional poem that catches the loneliness within and around oneself.

"You see, I’ve been bleeding for days."

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