Moving On
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A Reason A Season

So low inside of a flame lost,is the humble regret and cost. I feel the touch say goodbyeI won’t even bat a single eye. Understand I do the reasonsbecause for all there is a season. I low inside this flame lostfeel the steel and the frigid frost. I feel the touch say goodbyeand everything else Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.