Sunday, July 7, 2019

Bubbles

I have been given the world and done nothing to repay it.

A fragile mind is a terrible thing to waste, if only I could surf my way to shore.

I see newness in the horizon, but my conscience weighs me down.

To know, is to love, is to hate, is to fear.

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