The Will
Sometimes I forget to breathe in the air And when that happens water will run a traveler To preserve the purity in the lost And the lost is my defeat brother How he tarries and breaks against his Resolve
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Smokey
If your suffering in any way then acknowledge both the meaningless of it and the meaning behind it. What you express will never cease to be the torrential downpour of your essence. Essence being both what you create and what has been created as a...
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