My Work

Love has no gain; I alone, the profit. This place I embrace, seems so temporary. And gain rhymes with pain; there is no way to stop it, but still I won’t trace my steps to sanctuary. Falling so far down, has never felt so right. And peace, the new sound, welcoming the night. Go drown your sorrows, try to realign. Your time may be borrowed, but now, I’m taking….mine.

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Oooh. I was cocky that day....lol.

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