I never thought it was wise to dabble with time, but my perspectives changed. If I could travel through it, I'd stop myself from meeting you. I'd run away as soon as I saw the scarlet, red. I'd trust my judgment that screamed to warn me, that you said wasn't true.
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Deep Within My Soul
Poetry"Perhaps that's why I don't care greatly for revenge; a man's guilty conscious is a plate served by and to himself and no one can serve it better than him." A collection of introspective short stories and poetry.
