Wait for the light and music of those suns which never rise.The quenched-out torch, the lonely cypress-gloom,The little dust stored in the narrow urn,The gentle XAIPE of the Attic tomb,—Were not these better far than to returnTo my old fitful restless malady,Or spend my days within ...
I have fought the restraining and I can see my boys again but I am still not allowed to my home without her permission. I have risen from the ashes in just a couple months. I rent a room from a nice couple from our old church and obtained a good paying job while I continue paying...
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