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True Story, i talk about how i went from hating my church to falling in love with it and helping people. there is more i could have talked about but i need all of you people to want to know how exactly it changed me.

Picasso was unable to move on with his life after his wife's passing about a year ago. His grief for his wife was so much that he could not continue with his paintings. At least until he met an unlikely individual who said that he could help and how.

After forcing Mona to yet another night of sleeping alone, Jonathan plans his same old game of recovery. But the Mona he left last night, isn't the Mona he sees in the morning...

Lost, not because of me, well, not completely. Lost because of you. Lost from worrying about losing you, my best friend, my little girl. What would I do without you?

These are all poems I have written over the past couple of years. A lot of it has to do with depression, anxiety, and some has to do with social issues in the world. Thank you for taking the time out to read them and this will probably be updated constantly as I continue to write more.

This is a collection of twenty poems that will touch your heart as you journey down a road of life, spiritual awareness, nature, love, temptations, work, relaxation, sadness, and much more as you explore.

this is a coming- of- age novel about a teen growing up with a sister who is depressed, has cancer, and no father. ***it's not finished, but i'll add more later***

" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got

True Story, i talk about how i went from hating my church to falling in love with it and helping people. there is more i could have talked about but i need all of you people to want to know how exactly it changed me.

Picasso was unable to move on with his life after his wife's passing about a year ago. His grief for his wife was so much that he could not continue with his paintings. At least until he met an unlikely individual who said that he could help and how.

After forcing Mona to yet another night of sleeping alone, Jonathan plans his same old game of recovery. But the Mona he left last night, isn't the Mona he sees in the morning...

Lost, not because of me, well, not completely. Lost because of you. Lost from worrying about losing you, my best friend, my little girl. What would I do without you?

These are all poems I have written over the past couple of years. A lot of it has to do with depression, anxiety, and some has to do with social issues in the world. Thank you for taking the time out to read them and this will probably be updated constantly as I continue to write more.

This is a collection of twenty poems that will touch your heart as you journey down a road of life, spiritual awareness, nature, love, temptations, work, relaxation, sadness, and much more as you explore.

this is a coming- of- age novel about a teen growing up with a sister who is depressed, has cancer, and no father. ***it's not finished, but i'll add more later***

" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got