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Do the good days drown out the bad? Or do they remind us of what we could have had? If we didn’t...

Rushing to the fore, and knocking on the door, is the unbridled enthusiasm I’d left forlorn And I cannot disown the...

If words could bleed, then ‘these words’ would lead, and leave an indelible mark on the reader’s psyche, for make...

Stand up, get up, this is no time for lying down Brush it off and get up off the ground Find your...