Here I am standing all by myself
In a world devoid of life and hope
Here I am standing I don't know why
In a world that can't be beautiful
Here I am standing all worn out
This suffering it wears down on my soul
Here I am standing screaming and crying
But none of it is ever heard
Here I am standing and I do not want
To be standing anymore
But here I am standing and until I cannot
I will take all the rocks they throw
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Finding my Penance
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...