Pain, pain, comes again. Waiting, waiting to torment. And so I smile and say "Here we go again. Come and make me stronger." The burdens that we face can make or break us. Out of my Mother's womb, I came kicking and screaming. I lift my eyes to heaven, but slam my foot to the ground, cursing everything that is hellbound. My spirit wanders between two realms.
Flesh and blood I am. Don't you understand? The world watches as we fight or fly. But I'll be doing this until the day I die.
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Jillian A. Weiss
I'm 24 years old looking to put myself out there as a writer and make my voice heard. I write poetry and fiction. I may branch out into other genres too. If you like my work please leave a tip!
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