Out of court

Please let me die in my sleep. There won’t be much to remove. This life has made me weak, living as if I have something to prove. What I believe I could do, rooted in ego, is beyond what most others have done. What I actually have done is pathetic at best. As a boy I assumed my life would be an extraordinary one, but right now, I’d just settle for rest.


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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