Not enough
all these happy little scars cry as I look upon the stars
as a bullet reaches through the space that I no longer have go through
the gates of hell will open up and swallow me up like a book
as I pray to my God and give up all that got
but still… never enough
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I have always loved to write, and poetry is my best and favorite way to write. I also love music and can play many instruments and also sing.
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