A short distance lies between the old fox and the young fox, as they catch each other's eye in the midst of the thronging wolves. A moments recognition turns to a conversation
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I wonder why it seems every time I come to this Dennys there are some hashbrowns in the urinal, sometimes I even think about casually asking one of the employees. I think some questions though, on second thought, are better not asked. If there is a reason, I don't want to know.
Seven hours past midnight staring at a screen Dawn's light flashing past the windows golden glisten on the cars Riding by so fast in the rush to work studying hard trying to hold Back thoughts, you hurt me leave me with peace not this pain
It's hard to be a writer, or a reader, without at least a mildly tortured soul. It's difficult to be a writer without feeling, knowing in your soul there is something missing in your heart