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Our Nightmares

Hiding Behind, Cryptic Eyes
I’ll say it again the struggle is real and everyone is fighting a battle of some kind most…

Confessions
Sometime we need to confess our darkness and repent, only then will the cracks appear that will allow…
Forgotten
reaching out, desperate surrounded but feeling left out again alone and cold into the shadows begins the drift…
A Backpack (poetry)
We don life’s backpack, to carry the treasures. Vowing to only keep, those special pleasures. Carrying the backpack…