Just a Blur

I've been lulled into a false sense of purpose Where nothing seems too urgent Rendering me wordless I used to fear the bump in the night Now I'm afraid if I don't wake up That'd be alright I tried to be the monster The bump under the bed But I'm just in your head Life is... Continue Reading →

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We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.

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