He was better to me than all my hopes;He was better than all my fears;He made a bridge of my broken works,And a rainbow of my tears.The stormy waves that marked my ocean
.trouble sleeping.
.trouble sleeping.
I'm having sleepless nights. All the worrying and caffeine.It's late and I'm feeling so tiredHaving trouble sleepingThis constant compromiseBetween thinking and breathingSome kind of therapyIs all I needPlease believe meSome instant remedyThat can
.put your records on.
.put your records on.
Three little birds, sat on my window.And they told me I don't need to worry.Summer came like cinnamonSo sweet,Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alrightThe more
.loyal to the game.
.loyal to the game.
Heyy, I'm back for another rendition of Daniel's Journal. Didn't really revamped it much, but added an archive so you could browse through the past entries. The stinking thing about blog is that
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