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Cruise through the blues. Through the desperation. Through the bruised times and the glued decorations. Let the tune keep playin'. No more record breakin'. I got room in my mind, dude, I left it vacant.
If the beginning is the sunrise Then are ashes the end? Or is the end the silence Of men? When does the light refuse to fill And when does man refuse to kill? If this is the end is it saccharine
(poems go here)Life is hard. It isn't all lottery winners, Full of billionaires, and perfect couples. It's grity, dysfunctional, Slogging to try and make What tomorrow is better than today.