Get back to what you know, the slow ascend and the leather snow. Silent words hidden in loud gestures and harsh rebuttals, I died tonight... still reconsidering my revival. These realities are bitter, sizzling lies and comforting truths... the books... the books. Perusing through her mind I read through her manuscripts, puzzled by the transcripts... wait, if I lose her I lose it all. - Menzi Buthelezi
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RandomMy misunderstood soul speaks. I write to connect with the world. This is how I communicate and share my thoughts.
