Where have I gone?
I think I've traveled so far away that I'm lost from my home.
Can you help me?
Will you use me?
I have trust issues and memory loss.
I want to give up but something keeps me from doing so.
I need loving.
I am desperate for air.
Will you breathe into my soul?
You might not like what I have to say, but I'm honest.
I smoke cigarettes, bend the rules, and I often jump off the cliff.
I am myself.
Will you accept my flaws?
My whining and complaining aren't for a lifetime.
You hold my hand and ill grip yours.
A broken individual whose skeleton has no closet.
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Yuri Kenan
Hi, I'm Yuri. I'm an author, ghostwriter, editor and journal creator.
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