Says he's looking for Steve
"You got the wrong house " I tell him
"Steve lives down the street"
Death turns and walks away
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
To fight To fight to the end Last breath Blood and guts spilling out To fight To give my all Every once I have Freedom Glorious freedom...
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