In Jail for My Own Truth
by Honore De Balzac
2021-05-26 20:35:09
Haunt, torture, distress, and hell, are merely words to describe this true story. The manipulation of a real woman scorned by fear and deceit, by a man who had nothing better to do, but to destroy an innocent soul. A soul that now lives in oblivion a...
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Haunt, torture, distress, and hell, are merely words to describe this true story. The manipulation of a real woman scorned by fear and deceit, by a man who had nothing better to do, but to destroy an innocent soul. A soul that now lives in oblivion and forgets what life, love, and happiness is all about. There's a dark side of life that helps me see the light. Goals the have come and gone, with so much fight. Stars that I have reached, that are brighter then the sun. Places I have seen, that my dreams could only have dreamed. Experiences that I have lived that made me hate and cry. Time that stood still, while I gazed at the window sill. Start to look at the exterior, take valor in justice. Be a coward at hurting, but take strength in loving. And if you feel weak in hate, cover your soul with morals and nude the contaminations of your thoughts and body. Don't fear in opening your door Because this universe was created for you
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