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Through a crack in this life I stumble and fall,
try to grip but just slip down this never ending hole. The fires of habituation rise up from the depths, fiery fingers of addiction will take my last breath Burning air that surrounds me has poisoned my all, I will fight for reality I will emancipate my soul. I have found a key to this cage so many years out of sight. armed with heart determination I am now equipped for the light. |
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Nice....
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a key that is always best found. some old habits, are good, said in my best hippy voice...... write on!
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Awesome, your writings are great.
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You are all most kind with your words,
Appreciating sharing words with you all... ![]() |
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Nice I see u talented
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Nice write..
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May you always carry that light,,
to be your backbone for your fight. For together you both shall exceed. Your have all that you ever will need. A very nice write man... |
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