When your hands creek
When your lungs ache
Breathing becomes work
Stop
rocky roads of life, offering paths of non choices. Twisting us this way and that, deforming our minds with countless impalement of conflicting beliefs. What stands before us in the early morning mirror.. is but a reflection of someone else
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