Creative yet alone with my differences. I mean we’re all hanging on. Not me. I’m interested because we’re all forgotten within our mazes, a touch of thorns and my roses through decomposes. Let ancient color die within cicatrix because I’m merely a stratagem of bricks.
You can fight what you have won before you realize the idea of how other people question what they believe in could take your answer over determination, it's half of your balance and it will make you find a place where others are reasoning value, but one who couldn't find the aspect of every persons life where were all about change before it's gone. Will you settle with difference or what makes others feel distant or would you show vexation because you couldn't believe in your world the way we conquer every emotion but have every reason to show a person for what makes us substantial. It's all about reliability.
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