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| Remember The Journey I pricked myself on the thorn of beautiful temptation. Conflictions tear at my core as convictions feebly attempt protection as perfection I seek. Prevention is alternatively the best, though apparently my preference lies in lies, binding me to the temptation by which I was pricked. Shall I accept my fate as being that which i will always seek but never capture? Will rapture be all that ever guides me? To my core I ask: Will lies always hide me? Do I deny how to find me? Do I repel those who try me? And she reminds me that a lesson is never learned until completion, and that I should always hope to never capture my fate. Always remember the journey. |
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