I see the world in stark contrast to everyone around me. Perhaps I am a clique of myself. Only you can judge.
Beauregard is a member of Living Christianity.
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Night brings no sleep…
Tomorrow is another…
Why is the carpet rolling, / Beneath her naked feet, / Swaying, swirling, rushing, / Whirling in defeat. / Apparently it’s over, / Gone now, obsolete. / Leftovers wait from dinner, / Shimmering …
Red is also a colour.
Voices are only words, and words are only voices. Why don’t we speak out when we need help?