by Tressa Sanders There are times when one cannot even begin to comprehend the frailty of the human psyche. It is at these times when cruelty becomes the weapon of choice; its force twisting and burrowing into the depths of one’s mind; pulling from it, its worst fears; its deepest insecurities. What then does the world [...]
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By Tressa Sanders My heart slowly sounds its lullaby Ever so slowly now… Weakened from struggle Futility… Its strength diminishing Its fight lost I hardly notice you towering above me Chest swelling with pride Hands dripping with my life Knowing victory I am the weaker one You think… Yet I am not the one whose heart is so cold and barren of good that the mechanism which makes [...]
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