Poems. Thoughts. Finger-Pointing. Rants. Randomness. Dill Pickles.
No my dear, if there is a loser amongst us it is I. For in my fog, I could not see the light you were always shining for me!
none of us could see that light... until it was too late; and until the clouds that surrounded our hearts had poured out enough tears to let that light shine in.
Wow, did we share a mom?
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