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This must be GROWTHIt's neither about an increase in size,nor the comeliness of my thighs,a lesson on puberty,or how time flies. It's an enlarging on the inside,though unseen by mere eyes,but cannot be denied,I speak of a strength supplied. See, t
One day you will wake up and find that you can’t say a word that you are far too frustrated, too grieved, too passive, too afraid You want to punch your mother but you also want to hold her close
Problems of mankind are caused by the tongues of men. You see our tongues could either be a blessing or a help to cause sin
My tongue it twists, it curls, it bends it licks my lips, my throat defends. It also tastes, a noble job, though biting it will make him throb.
An artist’s mind is often swallowed by indigenous thoughts. Trying to balance ones conceptions on a fine thread.