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A Journey through solitare
An emptiness I once felt,
Sometimes still do.
A journey made for the weak,
A long road with highways, potholes and idiots,
A road of pain and joy,
Leaving you with a new found strength.
A path not...
Sometimes still do.
A journey made for the weak,
A long road with highways, potholes and idiots,
A road of pain and joy,
Leaving you with a new found strength.
A path not...
