I did not choose to be here, but I have chose to still be here.
It take turns and heartache, sorrow and second guessing. Laughter and the thought of love.
In the end it's you and only you. You are hopefully surrounded by echo's of happiness and caresses of love.
I am a worm crawling through the damp dirt of life.
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Author:
C.J. Knudsen (
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A philosophic expression of great extension. Thanks for sharing!
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