The A in Lone
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The day of an equal scale A day dedicated to thoughts, to let you know. I brought my blood like the scale said to do. Trays across the valleys of water and blood. Some to spill unto same to keep. Let fourth to the dripping of the blood. Let rise to the pouring of the water. As a dagger in the side. Blood is thicker than water. But a scale of water can wash away the blood
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At the time I started to write The A in Lone I was fourteen years old. I finished when I was seventeen years old. Like every high school student I was the one whom got picked on and mistreated. The only vice I had to release what I was felling was a pencil and paper. This book of Poetry helped my life out in almost every way. The A in Lone allowed me to grow and express myself so that I didn’t have to hold on to it. There is beauty in words and growth in expression.
Be it, live it, say it, want it.
But first Love it,....yourself.
Love, Love.
About the Author
At the time I started to write The A in Lone I was fourteen years old. I finished when I was seventeen years old. Like every high school student I was the one whom got picked on and mistreated. The only vice I had to release what I was feeling was a pencil and paper. This book of Poetry helped my life out in almost every way. The A in Lone allowed me to grow and express myself so that I didn’t have to hold on to it. There is beauty in words and growth in expression. Be it, live it, say it, want it. But first Love it,....yourself. Love, Love.