Mr.Metafizix
Her face apppeared as half innocent and half guilty in the amber glow of the campfire. Light and shadow divided like the waning moon.
I sometimes feel like the world has mistaken my skin color for asphalt. People tread on me as ifI were just a driveway at the end of a "dead end" street.
Just upped my pulse
I'm at a loss for words. What a curveball!
Guide me by the hand into the Promised Land...
I've slowly disappeared into the substance of what I once was.
My life is too real to be fiction. My pain is real...my disappointment after every doctor visit is real. Nonfiction is just another, non-threatening word, for reality: the good, the bad and the ugly.
Denied what is rightfully yours.
A touch of the world we once knew before we were born. A hope of recapturing what once we enjoyed.
Binding agreements between two or more individuials to fulfill mutual obligations.
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