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The rest of this life, I will make it matter; "these dying days..." |
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An attempt to journal, to be a place of spilt raw human consciousness. I have no real theme, directions here. You have been warned. Recently crossed that fifty year old age line. At other instances it's just a brain dump. A timid wish, that life can change directions, change, quit hurting...
A shy whimper of hope, no matter how epicly we've managed to mess our lives up- it's never too late to make a change. |
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