There isn't a whole lot for anyone to discern, The simple fact is that the sometimes, time rolls by in a biased rhythm. The one worth it stands derailed from something that has become so fervently part of me. It is how it is... The world that I know is silent; I am deaf and handicapped.
Time looms waiting for the embrace and everyone are oblivious but me. I could care less about the intricate web that weaved. I only hold on to hope...
And maybe even then.
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