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He said those three words. He's seven yet he still pronounces my name wrong. "Eya, don't go."

I know this place is no longer home to you, but.. come home..

I miss you more than anything.

My first stab at spoken word,,

Hold This Dream Take this dream and hold it dear in fingertips soft and silky, fingertips that secretly brushed against my skin, fingertips that ..

- I cannot wait to get away from the horrible place I've built.

Loving Him, Is Such Ecstasy, Such Poison

Part One. To a Three Part Poem

I'm not trusted, I'm not believed, Because of the mistakes in my past. But i won't cry. At least while the world is watching.

A dream I had, I don't believe the ending though so don't worry.