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MY TIRED FRIENDS

MY TIRED FRIENDS

It's been a long time coming...

When you begin to feel tired...

Do you notice your win?

​​​​​​YouΒ  get back up and you do it again...

People all around you getting beaten to death...

We say a Prayer and we know there's a lot left to do...

Things try to say you lost that one...

Keep going...

Then we see we won three...

Then we look forward to feeling tired...

We know right behind it...

There's another win...

No need to explain how we did it...

No one's gloating...

There's still a lot more to watch fall...

I know you're tired...

It's fine to rest...

We'll see you soon...

Team Work Makes The Dream Work...

We'll try to leave you another Surprise for when you open your eyes...

Thank you to everyone who helps in making the things meant to collapse...

​​​​​The Towers fall...

It really is quite a sight...

​​​​​​Stay Safe...

​​​​​​If it wasn't for the weak ones we'd have less time to breathe...

Much thanks for standing there with your hand out...

High Five...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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