I escape into a dreary ponder of the night not under any new narcotic but one less. A semi sober mind and life afresh to bring my word to soul. I am captain now, Yes certain of my soul once again. What saved me were these few words, even my own. Did words not saveContinue reading “I am Indeed Captain on my ship named Invictus”
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Be foul, but look you a friendly face
Merry it is that you look on this day with holy woe. It was this cracked surface. This blocked tomb that the events did carry on. Be foul, but look you a friendly face To hide your wounded fear. Pitch your bio forth, to a kind and open ear. 7/28/10
