I am not a good person, I am simply a person trying to do some good. A sinner repenting for his evil and wicked deeds. A villain walking the broken road of redemption.
One of these days, my sons I’ll have to let your hands go When you’ve grown strong and wise And I’ve imparted all that I know … You’ll be amazing men, my sons Greater than all who came before With hearts of flowing liquid fire A faith that stems down from your core … My … More My Sons
Your deeds may be forgotten Lost in the sands of time But your memory lives on forever Your legacy will always shine
Wednesday, July 12, !989 at 12:15 AM, a 22 year old woman, gave birth to her second child and first son. The single survivor of a pair of twins she had never and would never want, me. My mother, Wendie, the narcissist.
It has been three years since my last disastrous relationship and four since my ex-wife and I parted ways. And to this day I remain and enjoy being alone, for the most part. However, I refuse to settle. Last night my cousin Vanessa and I were up talking well into the early hours of the … More Single