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My grandmothers last night.
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I am asymmetrical. My edges are rough, and mangled by wear and tear. My soul is as coal is. My heart is as earth. Uneven....dis proportionate....unwil..
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If one is to truly reap the hearty yeild of hope, he or she must first
delveheadfirst into the great chasm of desperation. They must push
themselves..
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We’re all O.KJay M. Jones C.N.N and Naima keep his mind company. Staring into the depths of himself, and the soul of the world. Like a bonfire, ..
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Sir, I see now how you got where you are at.
So clearly. I remember back when I knew nothing...
or at least less than I do now.
And you sat there w..
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Theres light outside still, and hunched over his couch he cuts open a vein to bleed out all that resides within. He thinks, (of course), about it as h..
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Ah, those true tests of resolve. Life is full of them. They usually come at the most inoppurtune times. The realization that the true journey is n..
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Sitting, quietly, enjoying my coffee, listening.
Listening to the conversation at table next to mine.
so smart they seem. I sense Ego's blow up a..
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