Revolution
About my life, there is know space for dead ends, in order of compromise does not exist within. Her body is so cold with darkness, the light I have left is becoming lost less, I endure the burden upon my heavy shoulder, to take upon this submissive surrender. She is unwilling to speak of her errors of imperfection, as I am willing to hear of her flaws of transgressions, I wait slowly for her for I don't want to interfere but for I know she is my perfection & that I can hear, Months we've given to each other love & affection & of situations that we didn't know we could bear, but all will become clear.
Its been several weeks now since I've opened up & started writing my stories in beautiful poems to beautiful people who read them, it just feels so refreshing, after all I know I'm not alone.. The hard rock that knocks between feeling corrupt & lost, can be destroyed with the help of people willing to try it.. So lets help the broken for I am also broken for I am willing to try it...
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