chadore

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chadore

I cross myself everyday putting another candle infront of my cell to pray hoping for hope to return to this hell and wishing for dreams of deliverance and peace but left with diseases i seek plea with death to end my stress but still am set in darknesses grip

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Tetsugin’s Poems (42)

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im losing my mind 0
something like a song 1
There is nothing but space 1
Brother 0
chadore 0
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love 0
lavender letters 0
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