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I have not posted anything in awhile, but I'm still writing. I'll always be writing.
You Do This Every Time, Whenever Things Get Tough.
You Say You Need Some Time To Yourself...
The sweet smell of oranges lingers in the air,
Overpowered by a dark disgusting stench...
You've got this built up anger; built up sadness.
All originated from one point; him...
I remember that day,
one unlike any other...
I Remember That Day
I Was Only Nine...
You've beaten that concept so hard its now dating chris brown.
I Don ' t Cry As Often As I Want To .
I Want To Cry More Often Than I Should .
They Might Not Need Me;
But They Might.
I'll Let My Head Be Just Insight;
A Smile As Small As Mine,
Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.