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The Unspoken Chronicles
Dear Mr. God
The clay in the potter’s hand is damaged, But if you called me home right now, I’ll ask for these, Pat me on my back
Words And Wounds I Never Healed From
I was a child, Seeking the guidance and warmth, That only a mother could give, But all I got was the cold stare of religious
The Winds Keep Blowing
Tears. Snort. A blank mind, Tired, tried, tested, failed, In this abyss of nothingness. That holds me and tells me, That no matter how hard
The Black Sheep, The Defective One
No matter what I tried to do for or with them, The way they saw me never changed, Not even when I made them smile
Her World, Jaded By The Past
Her orbs were always bloodshot. In their depths hid suffering, In them flickered despair, That even destiny couldn’t do away with, There was a dim
Really Found Peace In Your Violence
The hits that never stopped coming, The attacks that always lingered, The hurt that stayed so damn long, The pain that left internal scars, The
