I looked through time and space, front to back and in the middle again…season and reason…cars and places…wonder and worry…songs and faces…
I looked Grace and Torture in the eyes, finding I will always be with “me.”
I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...
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