Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Crutch
The crutch I need, I have decided, is not alcohol or religion or listening to a particular person or adhering to a particular philosophy, it is some place inside of me that I have to explore.
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