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Activated Passive Realizations
False hopes, smile sorries, no sorry figures, you raise the toast and the journey begins, cradling your way down to the time, we...
Chapter 8: Re - birth
A lot of time has passed, things have moved on, my relapse has ended, and now I am heading to a start on my own, dewy leaves and fresh...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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