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Memories of innocence.

Tired Hands The words are angry, simple and vague. The soul is aching; Freedom is at stake. The mind is busy And the he..

Reality is always changing and so is the news we talk about with such fervor.

Just heard the song, Forever Young; on my favorites.

Your Sin The well is dry, the shops are closed and you cannot buy a vowel. The rain starts, there’s no shelter, no..

Disturbed perception.

So common, our emotions.

Just that ranting.

The elusive truth.

Just a thought.