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Aug 2014
I do not know what it is like
To feel empty
Even in my darkest hour
That well of joy we each contain
Has not gone dry with regret
We pull ourselves from depth and shadow
Reminding that this too shall pass
It is only when the quiet comes
That I remember to clench my teeth
Grin and bare it
For every day is a blessing
Every minute a gift
Live each day, not just survive. No tomorrow is foreseen or promised.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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