

Free Your MindAs the drops of rain fall fiercely upon the streets of Jamestown, I hear in the distance someone running heavily. Their panting becomes closer, as this male runner passes me. I see tears in his eyes. I begin to ponder on his grief. What could be wrong with him? Where is he going? When I was a young lad, I ran these streets, and I was abused, and broken upon these lonesome streets. In fact, there was one day that stood above all the other cold nights. Several years, I had lived in the city of Jamestown, and several years passed as I became more aware of the hatred and bitterness that surrounded me. I grew up in a broken homeFree Your Mind
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I saw your gallery and it's amazing! Your art looks so great!
I haven't been here in a while,
awesomely awesome.
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