Who Am I?
The morning sun paints the dining room, illuminating the bright yellow walls. I sit at the table with my freshly made cup of tea.My daily routine is so vastly different these days. Sometimes I am unsure what it is I should do […]
The morning sun paints the dining room, illuminating the bright yellow walls. I sit at the table with my freshly made cup of tea.My daily routine is so vastly different these days. Sometimes I am unsure what it is I should do […]
Summer dances over the horizon, Seven months have crawled by, Yet, seven months have sped away, I’m stuck in a sandpit of sorrow, Despite the seasons rolling by, Your smile, your laugh, your voice echoes, All the while the sun still rises […]
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