racing away from the mist that hangs, I run to a place that holds no shame, it's name is never there and I assume it's our's to share, but exhausting to me for I never am there, just outside my grasp I share, this thought of a place, where, I believe we all run to, when answers aren't clear. Sign in to see full entry.
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