As I write I am trying To unsquinch my scowl... The lesser to judge I'm with Each passing bowel-- As I search to discover Some semblance of truth... Like something we've all felt Somewhere in our youth!... This FEAR has become An inferno!.....
Reason for writing:
I'm too tired to finish.....
Birth sign: Pisces
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