Insight
Each day I stare into the face of Death through memories I hardly wish to share of friend and foe exhaling their last breath into the face of Death. Each day I stare
at places from the past where I survive while others filled pine boxes far too fast. It’s luck or fate that’s given me the drive where I survive. At places from the past
old scars remain beneath a calm façade and you may search but it would be in vain for they are now well hidden by my God beneath a calm façade. Old scars remain
ensconced within my mind. Though I am blind… though I am blind, ensconced within my mind.
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