Life's journey has left deep folds and patterns upon a man who is full with thought.
Night and Day
My Inner Thoughts
What Days I Have Left
Solemnity
Ruminative
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I lost control. Many times. I was defined by my cruelty. I regret the harm I have caused. Nothing I can do can change the damage I have done. Despite knowing what I am, my cynicism, my suspicion, I am given kindness. When alone, I feel this as more powerful than all the strength I have. For perhaps the first time in my life, I listen...