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 …
Why should I apologise/ am i I not a soul like you?/ do I not like you cough in the midst of the dust thrown up by passing trucks and do my tears not stream from my blood shot eyes …
she loves me, she loves me not, so go the questions in my head tying my emotions to a knot driving me right round the bend for my fault it is that she’s not joyful around the bed even though …
Yes, it is your show. 🙂 Find your fingers. I am sure you will.
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