Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
i am the happiest person in the world : )
My love I met one winter day
She changed my life, forever I say
She came down those steps and gazed around
Only to see a goof with a ceiling crown
Our eyes they met from across the way
Who...
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Dear Danny,
This is kind of weird--me sitting here writing this and reading it at the same time. Kind of unfair don't you think? I have no idea who you are. Yet, you have the privilege to know...



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