I put pen to paper to write the wrongs of my soul. I put pen to paper. I publish words. No one is losing. They will become more. They will leap and bound. They will obtain wings. They will will flap a bit then they will sail. Sail, then soar. Overlooking green trees and collected suburban homes where daddy comes home just a bit too late and mommy angers just a little too often and the children never fall asleep in a timely manner because the noises of disagreeing parents are exactly what keeps a heart beating fast in a young boy and a tender girl. Don’t they know we want to sleep…

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