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sometimes it doesn't feel the world isn't big enough and things feel small

some ills can't be cured, some treatments only mask the symptoms leading to repressed ills

life comes in different forms, an icon from the old west sings

days hold unexpected visitations in the course of everyday affairs, allowing for distractions off one's personal suit

savagely whirling surreal dream produces a harsh reality

light, so wondrous, like so many other natural phenomenon, often taken for granted

idyllic bubbles burst by corruption's taint, life's reality

innocence takes the upper hand, expediency joins with desperate measures called upon in moments cry for self preservation

beauty of a woman

life's struggles in an underground tomb post nuclear strike