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Such a Fragile Thing, Life.
If it is now that we have obtained the gull to admit that these sands of time we are clawing and kicking to escape. Are only slowly defeating us as we sink deeper with every desperate attempt to flee. Then come hell or high water, we need to bite our tongues instead of proclaiming we have the ability to change this world. Because its not the sphere that is broken or damaged. It is we as a whole.
The sand pit we are trapped in, was placed there by none other than ourselves. And we dove head first. A choking and over encumbered sensation, death. Oh the realizations that grow so very suddenly when breathing is in short supply. Such a fragile thing, life.
The sand pit we are trapped in, was placed there by none other than ourselves. And we dove head first. A choking and over encumbered sensation, death. Oh the realizations that grow so very suddenly when breathing is in short supply. Such a fragile thing, life.
Published 26th Aug 2013
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Yes its fragile, I believe you have it all worked out,'"sink deeper with every desperate attempt to flee." I think desperation(no time to think) has no logic in itself maybe that's why we sink!!Thanks again cool!
