Breathe. Disappear. Feel it, figure it out and handle it. We take the beatdowns and we take the laughs. Sometimes we come back swinging and sometimes we try again tomorrow.
Sunday, January 7, 2024
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A Bumblebee Sleeps Here
The seed was there first. Before the roots knew how deep they would reach. Before the stem knew how to follow the sunlight. Before the flo...
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It's a funny thing. Somehow I keep thinking I'll come out of this unscathed. Truth is none of us do. There's is always some d...
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That first kiss between two people that eventually become lovers. Think about it. Insert your memories - reminisce to the most amazing ki...
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All has been quiet. Real quiet. Too quiet. I'm too indifferent right now to have an opinion. And it's probably better that I lea...
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