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The price he had to pay.

At one time or another in our lives, we all have to deal with forsaken love.

Fearing for those who wallow in the Darkness rather than running toward the safety of the Light.

The mills of justice never stops grinding, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and those whose lives are fragmented may never be able to pick up the pieces.

Peotry.

A death, near death, frustrations of every human.

This is a poem I wrote back when I was in high school about being tempted by the devil, and not feeling safe at all.

A story on the day and the life a young boy goes on his own.

Poem.