Author: Confessions
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Leave a Piece of Me
Darkness creeps through every ridge of my spine Ridged as I may be, they took what was mine Or Was it truly mine? Was it a self imbued dream? You can’t keep what you never had…or so it seems Do what’s right, you’re damned in their eyes Every story needs a villain, a scapegoat for…
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Rest(less)
A desperate plea for strength amidst sorrow and introspection, blending themes of struggle, regret, and a profound connection between a father and son.
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10 Years
The author reflects on lost connections, personal struggles, and a desire to resume writing and reconnect with their community.
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Fine L|ne
I’m threading a fine l|ne Circumventing a tight rope Watching for the right time I feel your hands on my throat ~ Get a grip, feel it twist The vice only grows stronger Feel it slip, I’ll admit I won’t last much longer ~ Dancing between sanity’s lie Expectations of clarity? I’m a fool, I…
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When I Say “My Depression is Getting Bad…”
‘m drowning in a raging ocean amidst a lightning storm in the middle of the night. All I see is darkness cascaded by the occasional shatter of light illuminating waves of death capsizing over my head as I try to catch my breath.
Confessions 