Written: February 8th, 2010
I am an imaginative soul, unaware of the necessity to distinguish what's real, whether substantive or conceptualized. Intimidated by intermediate notions of forever, lost beyond life's telltale circumstances that require the fallen to endure unavoidable repercussions. Personally I am indecisive and spontaneous; Yet, moved by outlining and order.
Destined to be a romantic in an tragic world makes it necessary to acknowledge uselessness for such obsolete characteristics. I greet, the world dismisses, proving to me that there is little hope for soft hearts, and even less for soft tongues. Requiring dauntless heroins, loaded with led and power.
The time of the dilettante is over. Where does that leave me? To struggle harder in quicksand, a rope? No. If I can survive though, a status of nonpareil will be bestowed.
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