La'Chelle Yount Biography

Something
Liberate this will to release me
The darkness may come if I linger
This distinguished path swallows my kind
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Felling the rain
Chills... how becoming
Not showing skin
Humility only in me
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There are many things my mind drifts through
Knowledge seems prudent at this time
So often a heart trusts on faith alone
Being broken and beaten along the way
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My pen, a road for my thoughts…

To trust me with myself seems redundant
Always the same outcome regardless of the paths
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As I sit and question a turn of events
I can not help but wonder why or what
Something within me must put off those
One so intriguing and smart, full of clever
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