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Traveling the road homeward bound
The Carolinas come and go,
This patience I have found
We are all travelers on the road unsound
Cool sunglasses and a taste of cigarette
As the sun rises and the deprivation kills itself
I eat enough to maintain health
But again the clock is laughing in my face
The pace it never seems to change
I'm missing you I'm missing sleep as well
I cross the bridge into my state of constant romance
Welcomed by towers spilling smoke from hell
And on these roads I know so well
I lost what was myself
I'm gaining who I am
not who I want to be
But who I have become
Break
All
We
Need
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Is
A
Little
Bit
Of
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Momentum
William Marshall spent his childhood adrift due to an absent father and a mentally
ill mother. He traveled extensively between family members Living in the farmlands of southern
Maryland moving to live in an uncles gun closet In Montana in and out of foster care and so on,
before he was 20 he had visited more than half of the continental United States and Most major
Canadian city's and provinces. The youngest student at the age of 16 to enroll full time at the
College of Southern Maryland studying journalism. After attending his estranged father's funeral
he disappeared into the Canadian wilderness for three weeks where in deep reflection he
came to a calming realization that life is worthless without love. It would take years
and a sea of tears before his heart was jaded back to that of the average man. Through
it all he wrote, a fountain of emotion onto page. I hope you enjoy his work It is
simple but the layers are nearly infinite to every piece. William Marshall recently
opened a small clothing store in Solomon's Island Maryland preceding the economic
downturn until recently selling the establishment bearly escaping with the pennies
in his loafers.
Email: William Marshall
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