May 29 2008
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Life is flowing with the clouds ease and stars above, a glimmering delight sun on twilights glosummer of grey misty sight of confusion. Perchance these zeal and oppertunites is just an illusion? I see the losers fail, struggling so hard, hungry and weights in eyes the window to the soul, pangs of hunger just wanting to live without fear–homelessness cometh near and yet the esteem and high regard is here. No one knows, and dependents hugs so soft. Doing thikir to fight the mess of doubt, depression, and yet somehow fighting for expression
