<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stories About Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lived once in the North<br>And for a while, way in the South<br>I have some stories... that'll<br>Tear a man's heart out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the one's<br>I numbered ten... eleven...and twelve...<br>They moved so fast...<br>I ended living... in living Hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But those that I numbered one thru nine...<br>They let the world see...why... my eyes..<br>My heart...<br>Will never again shine </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I know It's hard sometimes to live<br>Where you can't see the sun...<br>Because of all that... endless rain...<br>I look to see.. how too... help others<br>Because I have lived...every kind of pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I write the stories...<br>Some are good<br>But often... some are very bad<br>They often leave hearts torn....<br>Spilling eyes... so sad...<br>And sometimes... I'll talk about the incredibly bad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But can you see the purpose...of writing<br>These stories... these poems...<br>Through the tears.... the weeping... and crying...<br>It's just my heart....<br>Trying to find a way...to move back home...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So to anyone whom read these stories. They're what I write.<br>They're the words of what I feel. They're the stories about wounds, <br>about that life, my family, about souls that never seem to heal.<br>They're the words of truth, they help with what I feel. For these stories<br>are the cause of tears...that just wont end...they're the stories that are <br>impossibe to bear.<br>They are the stoires of my family, abuse, of damage<br>and how love was not spared....<br>So many stories that'll never disappear<br>A soul covered with scars<br>Of sadness that fills a heart<br>That burns each time those hate words...<br>And abuse that breaks it apart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clyde Grant Bryson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358516" data-title="Stories About Home de Clyde Bryson" data-description="I lived once in the North And for a while, way in the South I have some stories... that'll Tear a man's heart out These are the one's I numbered ten... eleven...and twelve... They moved so fast... I ended living... in living Hell But those that ..."></div> </div> </div>

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