Some days, actually many days, I can't go outside.
It's too loud, too intense, too terrifying;
So I stay in bed, and wonder how it is,
that some days I'm invincible,
while others I'm dead.
Prose, ramblings and pontifications on life, love; the physical, and the metaphysical!
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