Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they ...
I'm not a poet. I'm barely a human being.
Simple living & high thinking.
The devil inside me writes.
I couldn't help but writing since the age of 14, still keeping on... for better or worse... ( Ps: I apologize my English is not ...
My mind is a mess. I sometimes have this urge feeling of bursting everything at once; and my thoughts seem to scatter everywhere, and I ...
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