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the only difference between a flower bed and a graveyard is the type of potential you bury in both. one is full of dead credentials, the other full of hope.

I have so much to say and yet I do not speak. I have so little time for rhymes, and still I do not sleep. I have only a sliver of heart left, but I do not weep; for all the words I keep inside are hidden and keep me meek. Because eventually when the […]