I wake up in the middle of the night and go into the living room. Someone is pulling my wagon, but I can’t see who. All I can see is that I am in the wagon limp, and dead
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Hippie Happy Even when the storm of life blows For the storm will not break us But make us stronger
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