Poems from Brea Turner

Oh how I've wished for a mother of passion, who smiles bright with great satisfaction. Who should love me for me and what I want to be....
my nihilistic tendencies the possibility of what i could be a monster faded from the truth listening to the loud loud boom   rocking back...
it's a memory of how we used to be that makes me want to believe even though we cant go back  you've made your choice. not me  but the...
hush small child dont you see you can be anything you want to be? you can be anything anything at all but listen clostly because this is...
  youd see the evil that maws and destroys my jaws to keep my from screaming the silence will hold not a single word of truth will ever be...

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