Wounded soldier

aka stanton marsh

  • I live in Quebec, Canada
  • I was born on October 31
  • My occupation is musician
  • I am Male
  • Wounded soldier

    this is my story

    October 1, 2015 by Wounded soldier

         “I’m sorry” is all she could say…

    The words “I’m sorry” stretched across her torso, fore arm, thighs, chest, and hand. She feels obligated to apologize for everyone else’s problems. She feels as though the world is on her shoulders, and if she makes one wrong move, it crumbles. It will all fall on account of her failure…

       Everything depends on her.

       She feels alone, tormented, judged, hate, criticized, frowned upon. She feels their eyes following her.

       She falls to her knees.

       She crashes in tears.

       She is done.

       She sits writing poetry.

       Stuffy nose, and teary eyes. Her hands become shaky and unsteady.

       She freezes.

       It’s over for her.

       She begins typing her story about how she had felt over the past couple days on her dell…

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  • Wounded soldier

    life is torchure

    April 24, 2014 by Wounded soldier

    When everyone stops to look at the world they look at it the same as everybody else, but the real thing is that they need to look at the world in their own opionions on life not what others pressure them to think. Life is torchure for some people but with others its peaceful living. Nothing is the same with more than one person.

    When i look at the world i look at it as a place of evil and damnation to all living life forms.If everyone looked at the world in the same way they would realize that the world is not a happy place to be. It is a terrible place to be full of hurt and pain and torchure. I think life is nothing but a torchure machine and it runs on the pain of others. If anyone has comments on how i feel please message me your opinio…

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