This is how I feel today: Gold in the middle. Deep down in the center, I'm happy Gold in the middle. On the edges there's rage Gold in the middle. I have anger and pride, but I'm Gold in the middle. I won't them take that from me. My Gold in the middle They can … Continue reading Gold in the Middle
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One Bad Apple
One rotten apple spoils the bunch, and when that bunch gets served on a golden platter to a whole community, that apple’s poison spreads like disease amongst the unsuspecting citizens. As those apples age, the rot only festers and grows and when those rotten seeds get planted and take root, it’s that much harder for … Continue reading One Bad Apple

