Let his heart be seen but glimpses…I have yet to find a man in particular…I am so vain to confess with a heart larger than my own besides of blood. I must say my nearest exposure was in my brother Ryan. It seems to me that the world has become so eager to change all of life that was…and while it cannot continue as it was.. I feel ever so much, it will never again be so loving or kind as it was...but ever to exchange my words or blot out ideas seems somehow sacrificing. While anger and rage burn as never they have before. I crave the constant of love and goodness. And I am quite determined to walk in this light. Even as my inner feeling scream of deafening sounds of everything else.

gone people all awkward with their things

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