Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Friday, 26 January 2018
This ain't No Place For No Hero
I can't see where you comin' from But I know just what you runnin' from:
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" but The ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, baby.
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