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Things always look brighter behind a smile.

If I should quitWill I ever knowHow seeds set Burst and grow Never would I see Them bud and bloomIf I lock myself away In a darkened gloom Cry yes I can If things go wrongSing to myselfMy self pity song Let my soul Be consumed with blackBut no that isn't...

In The Night Bus

Night moves slowly like time.

My flimsy woolen coat did little to protect me from the onslaught of snow. Waiting for the evening bus, I wondered where I could stay the night. I knew that this day would come; it was inevitable. I just did not expect it to happen so soon. Upon arriving...