Agitated child


Like an agitated child, my tormentous thoughts are soothed by the sweet melodies of those whose thoughts have been still long enough to create such lullabies for troubled souls such as mine. It must have been something divine which transpired through them to create something so pristine as to sink within the cells of my being and soothe me out of my misery.

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