MarginalA Poem by PeteWhat lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us. - Thoreau![]() Dave Walsh / Millenium Images UK Sometimes when I'm alone, I cry. Plagued by pestilence of the past. Regrets and pain pressing down. Life hurts. Lonliness stings. Faith isn't for the faint of heart. Not all dreams end well ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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