Sunday, February 12, 2017

Embarrassment creeps from under the sheets of cowardice. A taste of currency on a delivery ship's tongue. The hardest part about being harbored lays in the wake of beaten stars. Now listen, fools, there is no destiny, just destination, so come aboard without looking back. Life is beyond return, and pains accumulate despite the wishes for happy things to come.

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