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From one end are two new beginnings born.

Do troubled minds, see troubling thoughts? Everywhere I look, I’m seeing signs. We’re all in this, together. http://bit.ly/CGApWiS

Reiterate: as an author, something I really hate.

May our tomorrows hold less pain than our yesterdays.

My nights seem so much better than my days, so, since your night has just begun I’ll pretend I’m you, and at day’s end return, to being me.

Music: It sets the mind to free…

Is the truth dwelling in the depths deeper than that which basks in bright light? http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

Poetry, is pleasure, and pain, anguish, and disdain, ugly, in wrappings divine, beauty, in sackcloth sublime, Poetry, is anything, and all.

Motivations of the mind, truths others seldom see, that’s the person I try to be.

We’ve always got to do what we’ve got to do, but sometimes it would nice to not.

When our obligations end, then, yes, then.