A little bit of self respect,
All that I ever expect.
But none would spare,
No matter how much I care.
Trampled to satisfy ego,
Yet every time I would let go.
Repeatedly like a bad habit,
Slaying my spirit till screaming said I to stop it!
Thus the cause of my desertion, Formulating forced separation.
Little tales wrapped in Nature is garb Worn out warrior spirit Outpour my heart within a blurb Make a mark before my exit Someone to pick...
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature...
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be...
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