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poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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I am Awakening from a Slumber,We almost didn’t make it out Of,The Black had settled in, In a way, I never lived before, Not like this,Not the Brutality of how He came and laid rest a Graveyard across my Days,Dragged Sticky Tar across the Space,The Cold Emptiness,all this Trepidation, The Daily Fight,Headlining from the first Wake of the […]