Release your monsters,
Accept your fears.
No more cutting,
No more tears.
:
Each slice,
Has a price.
A little life,
Taken by the knife.
:
The past is history,
The present is a gift,
The future is a mystery,
And life is when it all happens.
Yeah.....so good or bad so far??
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Pleas and Cries
PoetryPoetry and thoughts. This is sometimes like a little diary for me, so there will occasionally be stuff about my personal life.
