Cutting it close
My childhood memories are like a warm and soft blanket that I mentally pull over myself when the cold and sharp edges of life cut too close. If I died today, I had my many many fond memories of my younger years. Continue Reading
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Drive away from troubles
Just repeating a gallery post. I suppose my whole life I was picked on, and talked about badly for one reason of another. Most of it was my fault it seems for turning the other cheek. I never really sprang out in violence, or “got even” with people who were teasing me. My parents raised me to turn the othe ... Continue Reading