It’s Not The Wine’s Fault
The poison may not be the one you’re drinking, but one that lurks beneath the skin. Originally posted on Campus Diaries.
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The Chicken and the Road
Why did the chicken cross the road? It did not. There IS no other side. Is there any place to hide From the doubts of withinThat makes our head spin? I wish I could Pin-Point that one voice from the dinThat encourages me onTo the road of a new dawn.