type I error SG I can barely see my hands before me, The slightest sound of my footsteps, The scratch of my toe nails, My heart punched against my rib cage. I feared not the darkness, Or what lurked within, But the uncertainty, Of what my 'morrow brings.
MyPillowTalks SG i can merely see my maker As i crost the bar For im aware because Everyone's sorrow Bury my heart
type I error SG Aren't you troubled? That we will awake to a mournful dawn of endless worries... So much to accomplish, so little time... And alas, there is no guarantee, no affirmation that even if we try, we will succeed...
