As the earth presses a lump of prehistoric sung in heat and crushing weight deep under the ground. I hate him. Hate. I hate him. A jerk is forming inside my body. No it's not my heart.This it's harder, cold and clean. I wrap myself around this new jewel, cradle it within me

So morning energy is keen, midday energy slumps, evening energy recedes—therefore those skilled in use of arms avoid the keen energy and strike the slumping and receding. These are those who master energy.

Vincent Benét’s poem The Ballad of William Sycamore.

It's a responsibility of mine to understand you ,when you are struggling in setting up your life and really I just can't start complaining that you don't text or talk etc...

Written By GH

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