Fragile, life's subjects we are. Frigid in thought, yet docile in every facet of our domestic endeavors. How we fear the failure of our attacks on the morality of others while falling pray to our wily ways and indecisiveness. We crave an existence of perfection without reflection. We seek moments in which to ravage life not because of our affront on immorality; we live rather comfortably in complacency.
A place to contemplate beyond that which is desired, warranted, wished upon, and sometimes forgotten.
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