A dying man lays in the bed, thoughts running rampant; words left unsaid. “Forgive me, granddaughter; “Forgive me for my sins; “Even though I’m not Catholic, “I pray your heart heals and wins.” His paralyzed body does not let…
Why my boyfriend hits me is a mystery. I cook for him. I clean for him. Love him. He shows no appreciation. Just hits. I do not know how his mind thinks. Does it?
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POETRY PERFECTED 