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The Women in my life i
I stare at the lines that runs down her eyes. I stare at her tiny fingers as it tried to hold on to me. I stare at the sadness in her eyes, it has daunted her youthful glow. There’s this thing about the women in my life, They’ve been hurt and broken and I’ll like to grab everyone that has ever said a bad word to them, I want to grab their neck, I want to squeeze their lungs till it gets hard to breath, and I want to drop then to the ground, and watch as they struggle to breathe, but more than often, I know I’ll be watching myself struggle to breathe.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
