Life The Bully
Does life itself bully us into doing things? Perhaps you think I mean in breathing and eating? Or just the things we have to do...
Does life itself bully us into doing things? Perhaps you think I mean in breathing and eating? Or just the things we have to do...
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Want to read a haunting poem about a futile winter's day? Or to ask if the day has only the thought of waiting for something?...