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—Truth Time—
I started to write my blog with perverted intentions. I was alone and had no one that cared for me, so in truth, I did not care about myself. A piece of trash. I felt like a piece of trash, and through my writing of my story or through poems, I was hoping that someone would read something that I wrote and would feel compelled to write me.
It's never happened! If I find no worth in myself, no one will. I've done a lot of soul searching and came to the conclusion that I have to not only love myself, but like myself. It's going to be a rough road, but no rougher than the road I've traveled already.
Written words have
destroyed
killed
healed
Written words have the power to
give peace
give freedom
Words like
love
hope
forgiveness
sound hollow
Roland Stoecker Jr.
7/11/15
Will you
can you
tell me
to fuck off?
I will see
the free world again
and that allows me to smile
through all of this pain.
Roland Stoecker Jr.
7/12/15
✖
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