i stop and think my eyes blink a simple movement yet so much to it a blade of grass whipped violently by a blast of air from the south the savory taste in my mouth what i see with my eyes the clouds in the sky the trees nearby the mountains of high and the valleys of low steady snows and rainbows... Sign in to see full entry.
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not giving up...my journey through dark days of depression starting in fall of '03 up until roughly '06 (writings started in '05) but i assure you i realize at times i was downright selfish and immature but all in all it was a growing process i believe i needed to get me to where i am today
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