kharon march Poems

You wanna blame the cross he bares still loyal as you fall down the stairs, trauma does not excuse the tormenting and abuse clutching the bottle in place of the noose is.......no better.You look in the mirror disgusted, you hold disdain for whom you've become you refrain from tears for the damage is done. Broken hearted and bruised you can't start a new 'who would want a love that's battered and used'. Carry on beautiful one scared by pain leave that man forget what you became.
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There in her room she lays awake but dorment, gazing at the wall praying that it moves for her sanitys sake. Tears no longer stain her face for now alchool nurtures her pain. Internal wounds exceed the flesh, her will is broken she will never convalesce.
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power tools are used by our goverment to mold
and control the minds of fools that have been obscured to
the very world around them.These have been used to
brake the strongest of men and to silence the purest of hearts.
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