He woke up in the middle of the night and realised what this nagging weight has been in the deep darkness of his spirit – his spirit that has been flying for weeks. He realised that the pain has been …
I trudge alone, Though it doesn’t seem so, From the day I left her house of warmth Amidst tears and fervent protestations I was shoved out into this cold bitter path In which i trudge alone. Onward i am forced …
I gotta stop crying. Stop moaning about this sordid route that my life has taken, root out the cause of the course of the miasma that is this life. This life. My life. I gotta stop crying. Stop whining about …
Yes, it is your show. 🙂 Find your fingers. I am sure you will.
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