If you want me to breathe, then why am I still here?
-For Saul
YOU ARE READING
Unharnessed
PoetryThere is little we cannot think if we set our minds to it. -April Here I am, finally, after this wait I thought may never end, unharnessed in thought and in heart and in everything that matters. Within lies poetry, prose, deep musings, and random th...
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If you want me to breathe, then why am I still here?
-For Saul
