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I grow tried and weak growth beyond all belief the search for finity wide and meek on this day I will not speak loud or harsh no ears can hear leave a message make it clear my heart will forever roam a 1000 miles a place called home… what is missing what is gone a building made up just of stone perhaps it is the color blue the sky with clouds sailing through the eyes that see inside my soul, with promise of to have to hold. The truth I have and will soon speak whatever comes will be the peak.

Much Love 💜 Much Life