There's no sign of weakness in me,and nothing stays the same.No one said it would,I would not think of such things if I could...If I could help myself...
I allow the winds of the world to blow through my very soul,admit the perils and foreboding's into my heart,I am pampered by my goddesses,betrayed by primitives,I love to live,live to love,life is my gamble,luck is my artform...
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