Chapin City Blues

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Point of no return

  • Maybe Suicide

        We’re crossing the Rubicon. Let hope be our guidance in this new world. We’re facing our demons blindfolded. Let god here our crisis. I loved you for ten  years, hated you for nine. Your words but an echo, a distant fading memory. I’ve dwelled here for too long, harbored these feelings without reason. Continue reading