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by Vincent189

Alone I am On the cold ground Beaten and bloody My clothes tattered and dirty Tired and thirsty Alone and Hungry Broke and Defeated Won’t you take my hand? And help me stand Help me feel whole again A man at the end of his rope Alone in the dark I face my biggest fear Everyday is a little clearer Can you save me or will you let me fall?
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I am a child of divorce, but a man of many struggles, my writing usually comes from the pain I feel after a certain amount of events. I am a history major, with a poets hands, and the mind of a philosopher, but this is only my perspective.

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