I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Smiles.
.
.
At least I can dream.
The dreams in which I'm dying... Not sad about it, at all, though.
I suppose I don't deserve a beautiful death? Good night.
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