We live, we cry, we thrive, we strive.
It seems pointless when we are so emotionless.
One comes by everyday life and sometimes we just want to die.
Are we so emotionless because it is pointless.
Nothing can prepare us for the journey we embark on, except the journey itself.
To take flight into the night will take a lot of might, but it is a flight we must fight.
So, after all, emotions are not pointless, but rather pointers to guide us on our journey.
As we flourish through the gates of our journey, shall we find peace in the debates of our emotions.
Dragon Ladee
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Dragon Ladee
I am 56 years young and my first love other than my family is writing Adult Erotic Sensual Stories. Some are very racy, and some are not just depends on what mood I am in. I am not very good at it yet but I do know how to write a good story
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