Fatigue twinges me in dilemma
I woke each day with the same thought in my heart,
swimming in the pool of the same ideas
The routine remain unchanged,
I was lost in my world of creation
My eyes were dark before the scene of new ideas,
my memory depreciated far from challenges
My legs swing’s on the tremble earth
and my hands go to my mouth each time I was hungry,
I was lost in my world of imaginative capacity
The living twirled on the stagnant of changes
fatigue twinge them in dilemma
I waited for the breeze to blow me away from this cyst
and to wake up in my world of new ideas
Old thought sting’s my world
fatigue twinges me in dilemma.
Mack's friends suggested he visit a quaint town in Washington State called Leavenworth, but they had an ulterior motive—a motive that resulted him agreeing to help one of their friends track down her missing sister. That led him to the remote small t
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