It’s that gut turning deep-seated feeling when you wanna quit, break, and cry except you cannot find any good reason to as a consequence, the
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message heard
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
hello friends?
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,
Must have a strong neck…
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
temporary death
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.
incarceration
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
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 