You have slumbered upon yourself all your life
You eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time
What you have done returns already in mockeries
The mockeries are not you
Underneath them and within them, I see you lark
The return of the soul
No matter how much Bill tries to escape the shadows of the past, no matter how bright he is in the present,
those memory imprints are still lingering.
After being tricked back by twin brother Brady, he was involved in a chaotic drug vendetta.
We are animals, brains that trick us into thinking we aren't.
We break the world. Help repair it.
Finally he came back and found peace of mind.
I've never liked Edward Norton very much. It feels feminine and
poetry is beautiful .
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