I carried the weight in my beautifully poised face
And happiness arrived a few days to late
Hard for me to harbor this hate
And still hold on
To
This beautifully poised face
I carried the weight in my beautifully poised face
And happiness arrived a few days to late
Hard for me to harbor this hate
And still hold on
To
This beautifully poised face
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Writing Is Therapy
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~ poetry & prose from several writers.
A place for photos, poems, stories, life, and other stuff. :-)
this life is a great and terrible and short and endless thing. and it's full of love.
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Wrestless Word Wrestler
Same Shit Different Day
Life is about how much time you spend remembering what never happened!
a place for wayward words
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Fiction, Fantasy & Thoughts on Darkness
Nick Christian's literary and photo blog.
within my heart.
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Writing Is Therapy
Just another WordPress.com site
Just another WordPress.com weblog
~ poetry & prose from several writers.
A place for photos, poems, stories, life, and other stuff. :-)
this life is a great and terrible and short and endless thing. and it's full of love.
Just another WordPress.com site
Wrestless Word Wrestler
Same Shit Different Day
Life is about how much time you spend remembering what never happened!
a place for wayward words
a teaching, writing, reading, listening WordPress.com site
Just another WordPress.com site
Just another WordPress.com site
Fiction, Fantasy & Thoughts on Darkness
Nick Christian's literary and photo blog.
within my heart.
Just another WordPress.com site
No wonder. Hate drags us down, for sure. Sometimes, keeping your cool feels impossible. Putting your best face forward.
GUUURRRLLLL THEY WRACKED MY NERVES TODAY AT WORK, I HAD TO COME HOME AND WRITE A POEM (: