I. Tend not to write much, most of the time it's because I never know what to say. My little corner of Texas is not very interesting. All though my life has been very tumultuous as of late.

As of this blog post my 11 month and 1 day old nephew has been deceased for 1 month and 13 days, along with his grandmother...
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First i want to start out with a weird little poem I wrote in the middle of the night.

My ribs are not a cage,

but hands holding my heart.

Now you see my heart is not on my sleeve,

but in my hands

waiting for someone

worthy of it.

-roach

In loo of this tiny poem I'm putting photos of the person I...
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