Where do I begin? Where did I go?
You know I actually don’t know..
Imagine playing hide and seek with your own internal freak?
The back and the forth, the to and the fro, the ups and the downs, the rounds and a rounds.
Exhausted?
No!
BROKEN, LOST, SCARED, UNLOVED, DISLIKED, UGLY, ALONE, ANGRY, HATEFUL, REBELLIOUS, EMPTY, WOUNDED, DESTRUCTIVE...NUMB!
So...again
Where do you begin when you don’t know where you been, who you are nor where you are heading....
You see, from the moment you are conceived, your moulded and folded to do and have what is perceived of you..fast track the adapt, react. You need to ensure your part of the pack.
But where do YOU begin, when you don’t know where you been?
About the Creator
Zuri May
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The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromma day ago in Fiction
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