NO. My mind has not resolved it’s usual reckless dashing be that as it may, no words have made their way to the page. So much
I can’t believe I have let you into my little world the aspect of me I keep classified and entombed, a bit twisted, mangled, truthful,
HEY! GET DOWN FROM THERE! You’re blocking all of our light. Up there on your high pedestal what the hell gives you the right? A
As the leaves will begin to turn burnt, golden, and browned, I begin to feel cold in my soul watching them spill to the ground.
Tear down the wall then build it up again, not the one by Trump or for the division of men. My analogy for life separating
How can this really be happening? why not, just a quick slap on the wrist? Up at the stand, I have no justification yet, you