Boyz in Leather Jackets

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I have always tried different platforms to rediscover myself as an artisan, somewhat of a poetic, pathetic writer, with a dash of happily ever just recently. My past writings were all just about doom, gloom and not what to do and always questioned why am I here, for what purpose. Through my writings, I express myself when I have a high in life, or a very low. I guess my writings are bipolar, manic and depressing. Well, we just made that unlawful u-turn and while doing it, I throw my middle finger up to all, not looking back in my rear view mirror. I guess I am here, rather than add to the many journals I have throughout the years on doodling my words on paper, I decided to doodle them here. A person who is no longer in my life, crushed my Spirit when it wanted to soar. A matter of fact they killed it. Ah, but the Bitchin Pheonix has risen again. Now I say Fuk it, I just am who I am, and it’s all I will ever be. Improving myself as much as I could on a daily basis. It has been written and I have been told, we practice to be a good spiritual person, but first, we are human. So I still get to spew venom!!!! I still write gloom and doom. Got to get this out of my soul and my heart, so I can soar, once again. "Mrs. Moon, take my heart." I still suck at grammar and spelling, but you will get me drift.

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