the influx or the lack
the setting could fade to black
quality quantity never really mattered
looking at the footing creates a toxic pattern
conscience
conscience
just wait patiently ...
subconscious
subconscious
forces one to speak truthfully ...
extension of help needs a reason to be fine
if the pavement could run, how would you break from the confined?
what if it's all in the mind?
...
this is a sign
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Author:
Gloria Denise (Pseudonym) (
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