Enough without Home

Enough without Home Blood so cold, my heart breaking under the tension as I punch holes in the wall. My body so cold like weather of Alaska my tears only heard by I. You take from me, you try to break me, but you are blind to my resolve....

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This is my Fight

This is my Fight Knocked down, thrown away, cast out, lost to the wind, for this is not way things shall be. I grasp the cliff of uncertainty my body throbbing from the journey. But for you I refuse to fall and be taken down. So those who...

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Pride

Pride By Rayn Kusa It hurts and it brings me to the ground in tears. Pride for who and what I am, why must I change for you? Do I not have the same right as you? I am more than meets the eye, so don't discriminate. ENOUGH IS...

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Him, He, All you

Him, He, All you Awakening from the passionate slumber few know so well as I do. Hearts intertwined with desire and love. His lips silence my questioning mind as I lose myself in his heat. His eyes they dare not tell lies. His smile...

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This is my Story

This Is My Story One is all and all is one for I am nothing more than a survivor of hell. Fire, wind, water, earth, surround the cycles of my life as I look around. This is my story, I write the chapters and I tell the tale. Threats of...

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Breaking the Limit

**Break the Limit** Look at the sky, look into my eyes and see the peace that brought you back from the dead. Feel the warmth surrounding you like that man Oswald once said. Smell the flowers while your heart thuds to the beat when your in...

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The Promise Chapter 1- Beginnings to an end

**The Promise** **Chapter 1- Beginnings to an end** **Disclaimer and other:** This is just to let the reader letting you know that this chapter of the story "The Promise" will have gay love scenes, male solo, and disturbing verbal content if...

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Memories

Memories By Rayn Kusa Family, love, good, bad, lessons, hatred, and even joy come from one thing. Memories are our link to the past. Memories are our portal into the depths of why we feel this way. Where will it all begin and where it all...

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