This is your bedchamber room, this is your stuff on the side, every single time of your life was completed and accomplished thought, as many as windows were shut and closed either way, same as every other curtain out there into the world too, to die to sleep, and no more, seemingly rest in peace heavenly on earth in certain age comes up, how young they are, how old they are, it'll be something else, the memory and remembrance to begin, follow up entire story fulfilled, he meant to be happy enough, what happened, he went to bed handsomely at night, the next day forward and toward, he never wake up in time, he can't watch anything on the Television, he follows the walkable path is like a piece of art, he cannot type his own touch screen computer, he believed his universe in both naked hands wisely
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-6-19
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