Release When I wrestle with my grisly fear and strange thoughts make my blood run cold or when sweat trickles down my cheek even on a brittle, chilly morning I have no choice but to choose such verbs as conquer defend arise When I can hear both the sizzle of my thinking and the creek of the... Sign in to see full entry.
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