Seeing is believing
It is everything
Life is a brink
No guarantees
What second was ever destined
Family love the only thing lacking substance
No way to stand
Willingly, they abandon you at the first sight of a burden
Reckless
Unknown to their words
They use or misuse
Words spoken for the first time
For I wept but yet could never hold my touge to such disgust
Not much for me to consider
William K. Butler
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