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They Were Satisfied With Their Lives Which Had None Of The Vibrance His Own Was Taking On. And He Was Angry At Himself, That He Could Not Change That For Them.

The Fact That I Lost My Son Permeates My Being.

I See All Of Them. All The Colors.

It Be Better, I Think, To Climb Out In Search Of Something, Instead Of Hating, What You're Leaving.

Writing Is Hard Work, And Fun, And Requires You To Keep Your Backside In A Chair When You Would Sometimes Like To Put It Elsewhere. So The Only Wisdom Is The Advice To Keep At It, I Guess.