Me the Destroyer
I try to create and i can’t,
i try to destroy and i do it all too well,
i try to live with the destruction and i can’t, i try to avoid the destruction but it explodes from within me. I’m cruel without justification, I’m kind to compensate, when good intentions trigger bad dispositions.
I preach of patience, i kindle kindness, i herald hope, i generate generosity, and i behold all beauty. But in the end I’m still the shattered, and cruel tool of destruction that i will always be…
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Kiaknarocks
I'm a hard working over achiever. I love my family and friends and they're my reason for living. I pretty much dabble in everything. I don't really have a talent, but I have experiences, both good and bad. And that's what I can share with people.
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