I feel like I no longer write or do things of creation.
Worries have crushed my sight, destroyed imagination
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They judged me to be judgy As I sat there in silence drinking in the intriguing chatter They judged me to be judgy As my face does not re...
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i am broken my heart of glass has been cast upon the ground it has been trampled until it is nothing but dust i was told by my King that th... -
"We might bend, but we won't break." What kind of foolishness is this? "I won't fall, though I might shake.... -
When a person is born, two wolves are born as well. A white wolf and a black wolf. They both reside in the individuals hea...