As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
We have all entered a dark room Scared, fearless, and young Of what monsters we’ll exhume. How can I act normally insane? When death has t...
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