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Poison Insanity




These days, I have been pondering and dealing with family and forgiveness. I have been writing a mix of stories and poems based on a few true events in my life, turning them into a horror vibe, which is the only way I know how. 

Healing through this on my own, rather than waiting for an apology, is no longer an option. Struggling with how I want to proceed, but it is all coming together. I wanted to do a video storytelling theme for my YouTube channel where I can narrate and read some. 

I wanted to get into this a little bit so people could feel the story and words. 


Here is half of a poem I wrote to start my journey. 


Shadows whisper low,

A young girl stands beneath the light.

Calm exterior, yet a strong tempest within.

Her heart, a tornado of hurt and pain.


Her eyes are like pools of midnight flames.

Reflecting on the wounds of her past,

Clutching a grudge in a river of fire.

Binding her spirit to chains. 


Thank you for your continued support.


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