Tag: myself
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getting over the hump
Rather I’m on the beach in Honolulu, or in a dimly lit room, I can’t escape this feeling; this burden that I’ve been carrying. I used to think that I was the master of my fate and the captain of my soul, but this….this has been weighing me down for sometime: The bag of unforgiving sand.…
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I don’t like myself
I’m sitting here, at my “New-new” writing spot, across from my back up spot, IHOP. Shhh! Please don’t tell her that I’m being an infidel. LOL. Hey, even writing spots need some side action, right? Oh c’mon, it was a joke, for crying our loud! It’s amazing, because I’m here at Starbucks, which is a…
