What a laugh, though. To think that one human being could ever really know another. You could get used to each other, get so habituated that you could speak their words right along with them, but you never know why other people said what they said or did what they did, because they never even know themselves. 8211; Orson Scott Card. Perhaps this is the question I seek to eventually answer. G-Eazy Me, Myself and I. So who is he? Sounds awesome right.

So of late I find myself thinking of vulnerable characters. But when I was writing this, I wondered to myself who among the two was really strong. You see, sometimes home can chew you up,. Into the cold, where anything is better than the shattering of your idea of love;. When you have both;.

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I wonder where the desert winds will land me tomorrow. Will I find my way back to the green? How can I when I must battle this desert inside, yet I have no strength? Drained, I must stand alone and fight my mind, my self. Knowing that no one can help with this battle is all the more exasperating.