Real is the empty promise.
It's the shadow of knowledge,
making contingent ideas for the nostalgic.
The intention, the purpose, the art of life..
Lost.
When you choose to settle for less than what you are.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
Real is the empty promise.
It's the shadow of knowledge,
making contingent ideas for the nostalgic.
The intention, the purpose, the art of life..
Lost.
When you choose to settle for less than what you are.
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