I stayed up all night, my heart pound- ing like a bass drum, yet no sound within this room and now I know what my father means; minutes slow down all thoughts, so I pray to live another day with love… more →
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wrote 1 year ago: I stayed up all night, my heart pound- ing like a bass drum, yet no sound within this room and now I … more →