

The Last DayIt was just another day for him. As his eyes opened an awkward smile etched itself onto his face. It wasn’t your typical smile, it was the look of someone who’s happy about something that maybe they shouldn’t be happy about. The smell of bacon was in the air. Bacon was his favorite, and his mom almost never made it. He rolled out of bed and walked to his dresser. He glanced up for just a moment at the mirror. He hated what he saw, the picture of normality. Inferiority had wrapped it’s dark talons around him long ago, and taken him prisoner. He had planned this day out, had for some time. He slid open the old wood drawer, it was emThe Last Day
LONG WAY HOME
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Dare To Dream...Or Die Trying
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Cave me, Domine, ab amico, ab inimico vero me ipse cavebo.
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