These past few months, have been dark and hard.
The only time i see color is when the devil sends out the fires signals, and then it hits me,
That I am older now and still haven't found what i am seeking.
What I am seeking is still not clear.
Everything good goes bad.
Its grim.
On a brighter note,
I don't know one right now I'm sorry.
Its just the way it is.
Like it or not.
It doesn't matter.
I got the playbook in the palm of my hand.
Ready to go with my back, up against the wall.
I have nothing to lose.
Just to gain.
©number14
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