He is lost
Hurting and afraid
A runaway
Running from abuse
Running from neglect
Running from a broken family
Now he lives upon the street
Under bridges
In cardboard boxes
Or
Abandoned cars
Sometimes sleeping on park benches
He survives day after day
The best he can
Sometimes not eating for days
Still he survives
Still he fights
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Sunday, December 2, 2018
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Music
Music Color in an otherwise Bleak and sad world Music The vibe of life The true passion thar pulls everything together

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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin...
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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