Life goes on, and so must we.
Why die inside when you are living and have many more things to see and experience?
We all get tired. And then we must rest.
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Just Talking to Myself. A Collection of Uncensored, Unadulterated Thoughts.
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Thanks, Mr. B.
I thought I had problems. But the people around me have bigger ones.
Let us be each other's rocks.
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