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Something when there's nothing, wondrous understandings of life.

Shadows don't discriminate.

...So it shall be...

So much falling and flying, but when will we write about when we become stones?

All these wilting pansies everywhere....Sheesh...

It claws up from the gut and into the throat, to be gulped back down, inhaled with it, humiliation.

Time to get off your sorry butts and get motivated.

Hint: Read the italicized words with this one.

Life added lonely.