Darkness. Nothingness. Meek words. Yet thoughts that are capable of striking fear in the greatest of men.
The bridge is only a few more streets away.
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I’m a nomadic writer with an interest in social consciousness. This blog brings together the different interests of a writer exploring the world around him. It may seem sporadic or disjointed at times due to the varied subject-matter explored.
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