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Forget what you've been told and remember today as all went well for you. But the cutthroats in the slums stalk their prey as they close in for the kill, but as foretold, low and behold, they fail; they don't reach their hill for power or treasure; they get there to be buried, to rot away of what's left to say because, in the end, forgiveness is a stiff price to pay. Still, life doesn't ask for much, well, except to be prayed for and honored. So change your mind and remember what you've been told cause your heaven isn't always made of gold.
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Mark lewis [bitwima]
I'm a published indie author from New Jersey who loves to read and write. I have a children's book called new friend found that was published in 2013 available in physical and ebook format find me on Twitter @bitwima
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A Heartful Loss
Pain and heartache can be debilitating at times, but I never thought I'd come back from this. An overdosing fear of sadness, but here I am, trying to live my best life. But all you do is disapprove! How could you expect me to fall for you! After everything we've been through, I told you I was done, and your not the only one who's hurting! So let me close the curtain and say goodbye. Because now it is my time, and I've found true happiness. Hopefully, someday you can find yours, but now that your not around to ruin this moment in time. I can clearly say that my days are as bright as yesterday's, and my future is endless. So I'll see you at the top only when your world stops, and you realize that what you had is long lost.
By Mark lewis [bitwima]3 years ago in Poets
The Reluctant Reporter
"You can't send me!" "There is no-one else. It's you or no-one, and that is not an option." Ameera looked at the fat paunch and florid face of her boss, a man who lived for the story and the kudos it brought him but who rarely gave consideration to the people behind the drama. When had he become so hard? She reckoned that by the end of the year, he'd be dead, collapsed from a heart attack and she struggled to conjure any sympathy in that moment and instantly felt ashamed at displaying the same lack of compassion that he had.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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