John Steinbeck wrote
She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.
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Stories by Scotty
a collection of poetry
some are my own
some are not
but they all touched me in some kind of way
I hope you can find peace in them...
brüder
„Die Stadt wird unruhig, wenn sich die Todesfälle häufen. Die Menschen haben Angst.
Kümmert euch so schnell...
sinner
Als ich in seine Augen blickte, meinte ich das Meer rauschen zu hören.
Sie nahmen mich ganz und gar gefangen...