Tag Archives: Pains from the Earlier Years

Empty — HarsH ReaLiTy

Sadness sits like an empty bottle. A falling bottle that tumbles away from my failing hand. Bottles fall like dominoes before my want. A want greater than any need. Even as my hand fails to succeed, still there is the … Continue reading

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