transcript:When the wheel turns and finds me at the bottom, what else can be done but rejoice? At the bedrock, beneath the corpses of my dreams and unsung expectations, lies a wild freedom. I have been locked out of enough of life's grandeur to be untethered from everyone's shapeless thoughts and quiet rejections. I know that when I face monumental loss again, I will only encounter a familiar face.
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Feast of Crows
PoesíaThe state of the world has greatly disappointed me. Like everyone, I have made promises, experienced love, and felt regret beyond remorse. I still love someone who left and never returned. I watched them leave the door because what else can a man ma...