At the breaking point is where you can find me now. Sitting on the edge of the canyon, that when peered down into one can see their greatest fears scratched into the walls of the canyon. You can find me now peering into the canyon, but not to learn my fear for I all ready know what it is. Myself. My intent is to not face my fears or learn my fears but to die with them. To fall into the canyon where my fears are scratched into it. To become a part of the canyon. To join the others who felt my pain. Who yearn to no longer exist in this pain filled world.
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PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
