One thinks I had a grammering once. Profoundly so
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Stories by harayain
Humanity
Do all who walk among us
Know what it's like to be a human
Or do they only know how to walk
Skin of Glass
There is a simple honor in preserving oneself
A duty to do so even
An endless duty
Yet one of great value
Writings on the Wall
In a world of many perils
Sorrows
And death
Why would anyone turn down pure, unending elation?