I've been a slave of my own narrow desires, how can I transcend what in sorrow drives me? Look up and strive toward that self that hungers fulfillment, a yellow ribbon around your head that leads you to the stars.
You told me I wasn’t worth a penny, my name’s Penny. How could I ...
I’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes ...
Trees sit awake, wondering straight what does it lie ahead? Trees can never know and with ...
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