As my heart reaches for the pen, my hands reach for my…I don’t know if this lyrical project to overcome any and all sexual addiction will result in any music from the heart; still, I stand firm in my resolve to unload.
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When the clouds roll in, the clouds puff out. In my first attempt at poetry, I freestyle in hopes of bringing the light to my life. Is that a skunk? No, just part of the current creative process. The sun will come out tomorrow, though, right?
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