jushi esma’ larra

perhaps once I open my mind and I accept that nothing that I think to be true is, I am free to be everything I can and want to be.

Fermenting Anger

A typical twilight of sorts, caught in my mind at this late hour, twisting and turning my innermost, sentiment towards power. I certainly would go for wine, a bottle of beer that I may be candid; and say to hell with all the swine, that plague this world like cancer.

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