Thoughts of the Oppressed
Feelthe love and feel the pain, as i walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, entangled with evils that possesed. Making my life such a mess i could
not find a methodology that could justify such a tragedy, developing my life into
such a misery, lost in the wilderness & looking for harmony. Please allow me to
give you some of my insanity what relevance it may have is beyond me. Looking
over my shoulders at times that are best, who will be my saviour and sweet
caress & wipe away the prolonged misery. Perhaps love is the only thing that can
save me, or is it the only remedy is blissful insanity ?
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