It lays spread before me
Merlot blanket of time and tide
This glossy breadth of upheavals
That, in due course, would subside
Some day this will be paradise
The home about which I’d lied
But this eternity, it’s a wasteland
Where hopes and tears collide
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Day 16 of 108
Despite tough incidents that occurred during the day, I am still here. And for that we are happy. The way my tree is lit just fills me with...
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That is entropy at work. Order is a transient state.
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