Poem -
set free
Sometimes I feel sick in the head Like im living but really dead Blood is rushing through my veins I have all these weird pains Life has been sucked out of me Why couldnt I just be set free. BY:NIKKI JONES
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Hey Nikki
Death imitating life, in turn imitating death...The mind longing
for the will to be set free of all physical, emotional and mental anguish, the
body collecting the surmounting deficiencies without the release of the prior,
body lies in turmoil with the mind, just as the right hand have knowledge
of and realizing the dourest of the left hand but comprimisal isn’t to be
acquired nor reached by either...... Sort, simple, yet full of abandoned hope,accompanies your characterÂ
Cheers,
JimÂ