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If you want it done right, you should just do it yourself.
Sleep, lacking.
Nightmares, plentiful.
My Life.
My Pain.
My Hate.
My Stress.
My Flashes.

My Nightmare.
As always, don't forget to tell me what you think in the comments below.
In the end, It will all fit together.
T hE y aRe sO LouD,
wHy wON't th E y ju St S h u t u p ?





iN th e E N D, i T wi ll al l Fi t to geth er.
For those who can't read the poem, here it is.

They are so loud,
Why won't they just shut up?

In the end, It will all fit together.
In the mind of a builder,
Everything has to fit together....


Everything.
In the end, it will all fit together.
One of the things that makes someone, somebody.

What if I'm no one?
I can't post today and possible the next few days because of hurricane Florance.
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