Ah yes, I am that kid living down the block, hear the winter thundering down summer halls, don't you see it, the morning fog in the middle of heated views, and I know the smokes come in. It hasn't let go.
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
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Ah yes, I am that kid living down the block, hear the winter thundering down summer halls, don't you see it, the morning fog in the middle of heated views, and I know the smokes come in. It hasn't let go.