Undeserved silence
convicted without trial
condemned by my past
Who are you to judge
when you've asked me no questions
allowed no answers?
I flew high, fell far
when my wings were blown off by
that Monster called "Love"
Crashing to the ground
sawn off at the knees; I think
I'll lay here awhile
Spotted, inconstant
friends: the fallacy of "Love"
Glass shards in my heart! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
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Kyle Cejka
Kyle Cejka is an incarcerated author whose profile is facilitated by his Wife, Cydnie. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
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