Dark clouds

Maybe it was meant to be?

The pain, the strife, the gut wrenching knife; in your stomach at times.

A chain thought as you ponder are we stuck in time.

The stimulus is the same, the fact of the matter still remains…

Implications sits, smother in untimely comforts, bearing blossoms and fruits of our discomfort.

Begging the reiteration…

Maybe it was meant to be?

Murdock

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