Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet, people smolder every meaning of the word beauty. Taking procedures in order to obtain this image of perfection, but it is right built inside of you. Believe it or not, whatever you need you got! Reading this now with your eyes, heart beating to the sound of survival.
Educating yourself on how to accomplish revival because you are dead. The laughter comes in sequences syncing perfectly to those begging for attention. Revolt revolt! Build a catapult to launch yourself away from here.
Lose yourself in all the sincere. Perform a test to see if you're the best. “You are defeat compared to the rest!” Start to dress to impress when the prevalence isn’t up to par, spending days alone at empty bars.
“Dare to make a move!” “It won’t improve you.” “You got nothing to lose!” “Yeah, well how about your skeleton starting a rebellion? You’re yelling, starting to tell your children the beginnings of this addiction.”
It swallows you whole, your body is totaled. Now, you’re in the rusting pile of traveled miles of rot... Forgetting what you are what what you’re not.