How can a weekend with so much promise, become such a disaster? Some days, I wish I were that kid who threw passes to himself in the backyard. When mother told her son “…life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”, she surely got it right. In fact, life for me has become that dream deferred. I just don’t want to be left holding the bag when it pops.
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This is an interesting glimpse of your thoughts
it's been a long month. too long to explain but 'Fury' somes it up.
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