friend
Good friend, for Jesus’ sake, forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here;
Blest be the man that spares these stones
And curst he that moves my bones.
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Theonewho'ssad
Every day when I was a little kid I was physically and mentally abused even now it continues but through poetry i can relive my pain and let go for a little bit.
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