Dreaming of distant skies, thirsting to roam and wander, dying silently inside.
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screptid
Feb 16, 2025 03:39PM
I was born in a time when the majority of young people had lost faith in God, for the same reason their elders had had it – without knowing why. And since the human spirit naturally tends to make jud...View all Conversations
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His hands cradle his face.
Yearning to be alive,
Yearning to be alive,
"Wrap me close, won't you?&quo...