January 28, 2017A Chapter by Bardy
I find it difficult to sleep. The ongoing growth of concern flows through my body. I can't seem to shake it. Why must it embody itself within me?
I worry about the future and what comes of it. The uncertainty more treacherous than ever. © 2017 Bardy |
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