Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Direct - ion.

I miss my soul, my sprit , the passion I had that served me for greatness. I miss the way I use to laugh, how I would get lost in the story of somebodies history. I can't find solidation from the things that twirl and spin within my mind. I'm every decision I've taken; every chapter I have turned. 

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