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Walking in the middle of the Road The only place where many don't go. Walking in the Middle of the Road The only place I always like to go. Peace and quiet is only found Only on Mornings and Nights. Walking in the Middle of the Road The only place where I outgrow. Walking in the Middle of the Road The only place where I mellow. Try someday on a lonely day Walking in the Middle of the Road... © ArsinShadowWeaver
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Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
Walking in the Middle of the Road
He says: ''I'm lost. I'm alone. I'm so alone''. And a Voice whispered: WHY? There are dreams you haven't dreamt and loves you haven't loved and light you haven't felt and sunrises yet to dawn and flowers yet to grow and there is more to you the wonders that you carry into your heart will guide you farther than you can imagine.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
THE VOICE
Within you is a great harvest. One filled with wheat grain and honey. Within you there is no pain or sickness. This is where the greatest gift of all can be found. Planted, along with root free of toxin. Protect yourself from those whom take just to take. Be wise in the time of famine. For every hand that reaches hastily isn't in true need. They seek to abuse and leave you robbed of everything you hold dear. Leaving behind disease, infection. This harvest of great proportion. Selfishly taking to leave you with nothing but emptiness. Alone in a stretch of clear field. Your grain and wheat scattered, littered to dry in spilled honey. In enough time wounds heal. In time this bountiful harvest will grow back. But never will the land rid of the memory of everything once pure and wholesome. Be weary of those whom seek only to trespass. They too come with pretentious smile and promise to never leave
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
Famine