PART SIXTEEN | VOLUME. 2,
i sauntered along this path filled with chap fallen, purgatory emotions that scurried through my veins like no other.
Of course, i was filled with indignation as i remember all the damage i caused was due to my behavior living in the vibration of fear. Soaking in my remorse well aware that i strayed away such a beautiful, vulnerable creature like yourself.
For i am a phony for telling you i was okay without your essence and presence in my life. I will forever be captivated by the sight and the existence of you.
I must stop writing about someone that is no longer mine.
It is bizarre.
— Augustus A. Woods.
YOU ARE READING
children, do not do what I have done.
PoetryOH ISSUE, AT WHICH HOUR WILT THEE LEARNETH TO WAKE?
