My mom used to say that if given enough rope I’d hang myself… For some reason, this thought comes to my mind now, that my
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Tired tears and lullaby’s
Late night, no sleep, it’s been a while, countless sheep. That same ole’ cow jumps over the moon, I sure do hope the fat lady
Why I am so tired.
Been away for a while. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and got a little misplaced. One minute I was out for a
Is it me? Or is it My?
Is it me? Or is it My? Answers to riddles will come in time. Who am I? When or where? Asking the meaning of life
Perception
I watch, seeing you sitting there looking so saddened and somber. Unkept beard, thinning grey hair couldn’t appear any more calmer. Couldn’t help myself but
Liebster Award
Hello again, I am writing about the Liebster Award today thanks to a nomination from Jeannette over at her site, My Life with PTSD &
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 