There is always, in every dive and bus bench and street corner and bar-stool and bank line-up some shifty gent with cracking skin, thick glasses, scars or scabs, who mutters curses under his breath to no one, seemingly, but me. I am the chosen one who soaks up the confessions of the lonely and lostContinue reading “Witness”
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believe right now that i am in front of you
you never guess that you could cry until you felt your tears you wouldn’t face the fact that I could understand your fears you never thought there was a Hell ‘fore you made your guilt a sin so visualize and realize this all is all within