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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,,

- 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.