I’m not a stranger to the dark
Hide away, they say
‘Cause we don’t want your broken parts
I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars
Run away, they say
No one will love you as you are
But I won’t let them break me down to dust
I know that there’s a place for us
For we are glorious…
Some song memories have yet to be made, and yet to be written. This is one of those songs that, someday, may mean something important and special to someone. For now, it’s on the cusp of meaning something, much like we are at the cusp of something greater on this website.
Things are brewing.
Ingredients are coming together.
The slight semblance of a recipe is appearing on the horizon.
A plan develops.
A plot appears.
A map rises from the dusty parchment.
I have another project that must be done.
This is the most exciting part.
This is the time before the beginning.
This is…
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