I've rolled my eyes in these hands from "I love you"
It's no surprise when the warmth begins to burn
How can I quit living as a soldier?
For a war I don't want to fight
For a war that was never mine
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Among Friends Like These...
PoetryMy poetry collection of my personal works centering around developmental relationships that change your very person-- be it good or bad, or a bit of both. This collection also involves themes of trauma such as loss, neglect and abuse.
