I am close. It will soon be over. I cannot sleep tonight, lights around my left eye flashing electrical messages. I read them. The pulling of the past reveals itself. I need to separate from it. But the pain is to much. Who and what will replace it. Will I be rebuilt anew? With my own.."God Bless the child that's got his own". That's got his own".
Photo by: MARO
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