I feel like I no longer write or do things of creation.
Worries have crushed my sight, destroyed imagination
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Death
I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things.
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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... -
down in the deepest depths of the earth sits a cave filled with jewels of worth one gives life to the blazing sun another h... -
Many say they’re tired But does your skin fall from your bones? Do your eyes sink in the sockets And your mouth go dry as stone? Some peo...