Here we sit once more among fields of silence,
Finally rid of all the violence.
Hiding upon the living seeking the truth,
Losing most of his joyful youth.
Upon the lost gravel I walk in a slow but steady pace,
Living with all of my disgrace.
Seeking nothing but peace,
To end a forlorn life with ease.
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Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
