Poem: Wings of Change

Don’t know what I’m doing, where I’m going’s a mystery. Stuck battling the past for a brighter future, while trying to stay present. Time is a fickle creature, memories so debilitating, constantly feel I’m facilitating the end of me, and all that was rising free from burnt ashes to begin anew A phoenix burst, a […]
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Published on September 16, 2014 16:10
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