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Writing a passage inside of my journal. Walking my mind as not to concern the small mob of those I consider to love me. Why must weeping be a fraction of ones life? My lips are soft from the cocoa butter that recently lined them. A melting pot of emotions. Should i care less? Need to be seduced by the truth. Kissed by facts and sheltered by the readings of old men and women of philosophy. Still, I swerve my utensil, chasing words and broken phrases. I am no scholar, an ordinary citizen among corruption, chaos and beauty. Still, I write words. Now Writing True Hogan
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 01:50:52 +0000

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