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I was robbed from my childhood Forced to grow up too soon My eyes saw things eyes shouldn't see Exposed to cruelty where my innocence became lost. ..

Just some scribbles....

Just another haiku I wrote.

Just a quick haiku I tried to write.

I find my escape in music. It allows me to forget the reality that I live in, even if it's just for a little while. Music is my life.

I could hear the gasoline calling out my name begging to be let out of its prison. “Soon, just wait till the lights go out.” I ..

We are constantly censored from the truth....

You could still see it in her eyes, Her longing for him to love her again, To make the past memories a reality.

This a poem I've started, but I'm not quite finished with it. If you have any ideas of what else I might add comment them down below. Thanks!

Music is a powerful form of art, accomplishing the artistic desire of a musician within such a short amount of time. Life without various me..