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Prelude Gary Sievers sat quietly on the beach, legs outstretched, arms at his side with his fingers busy sifting through the grains of sand as the sun began its slow journey descending from the horizon above the clouds and back into the seas. He watched for a moment as a collective of seagulls picked their way through the treasured morsels of food tourists had left behind. It was early summer and the cool breeze kissed against his skin as the aroma of the salty ocean water tickled his nostril...

Departing Jasper It was raining hard that night, harder than what I would have anticipated for a balmy night in the middle of May. The wipers rocked back and forth across the windshield doing their best to bring forth clarity from amidst the haze. I remember that it was difficult to see regardless, and the visibility was further diminished by the low lying fog that seemed to dance across the road. My head was spinning from the tequila that was coursing through my veins and I admit that I real...

Chapter 1 "Come on man, an hour of your life is not going to kill you." Sean stated, smiling through his sandy beard that seemed to have a personality all its own. Gary just shook his head at his friends words, running his fingers nervously through his burnt sienna hair before letting a drawn out sigh escape from his lungs. Sean had been bugging him for months to come along to one of the fellowship meetings on campus, but Gary had always managed to finagle his way out of an appearance. Tonigh...

Inside it’s all your fault, yet I only have myself to blame You can only push someone so far, somewhere it has to end Now I live with the blood on my hands, I live with the shame I can’t take it back now. You couldn’t change it then. You learn to live with the scars. You learn to love the pain. It doesn’t matter that it ended. It doesn’t even matter when, Because when you suffer abuse, abuse is your only friend Tell me brother What did Daddy do to you? What did he do to his new wife’s only so...

Misty morning amber glow, Hazy halo of hapless despair, Broken hearted brambling brooks of burning balm, Soothing souls with suffering serenity, Feelings that float away like fireflies in the sky, Emotions that echo into an empty abyss, Carving crevices into cold cornerstones of our hearts, Hope or hopelessness how could anyone, Decipher the differences between despair and disdain, Religion but a relic that could never reverse the wreckage or, Alter the course or curse of cruelty within ones’...