Do not make me a martyr to barter with the heathens. Reasons? For starters Im far from a saint. Souls to easy to taint. Theres a faint chance my main stance would be with a dame. Chance. Until then Im still him. That person with a steel hymn. Harsh words. Every day is a fight and the plight lasts overnight but my mind gets paid no overtime so over time Im fine. What doesnt kill you makes you stronger. Right? Well by that math and the longest nights, the people around me provides the honest might that leads me away from my dismay. Until this day, I owe them my life. My brothers, my sisters, my friends, and family and one day my wife? Let me not dwell. For hell is where I fell every time I went there. I admit at times Ive been scared but from within scared came a thin hair of hope. And from that hair emerged a rope to Rapunzel. I dont know if its her because the distance is too long for recognition and to tell le vision is not 20/20. Its whatever though. The journey to the gurney until forever flow.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 11:53:20 +0000
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