trapped in a certain weather
I could scarcely believe that maybe out there was something others regularly kept to themselves
and within that fog of the unknown I could piece together where I belonged
VOUS LISEZ
Crossing the dark moon
PoésieIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
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trapped in a certain weather
I could scarcely believe that maybe out there was something others regularly kept to themselves
and within that fog of the unknown I could piece together where I belonged