It’s funny how we seem to race time and we always lose the race. The urge to talk to a person is somehow tamed by your ego and the excitement you feel is buried under your neutral face. Continue reading “Shattered And Gathered”
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It’s funny how we seem to race time and we always lose the race. The urge to talk to a person is somehow tamed by your ego and the excitement you feel is buried under your neutral face. Continue reading “Shattered And Gathered”
