what a weird world we live, what is real, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, this question has dogged for years, for as long as I can remember I have always had this question pounding the inside of my head, squeezing my heart, bashing my mind, weakening my self control, berating my faith, alone in this world, but still a feeling of connection, something in common with all the other souls in the universe,
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In the Garden of Solitude
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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good days and bad, waves of emotions blending into each other, fueled by loneliness, caffeine, stress, worry and overthinking, trying to f...
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T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig... -
There are so many addictions out there, but why??? I think primarily it has to do with peoples inability to enjoy the silence of the present...
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