Grow tired of the house of mirrors where everywhere turned is another blank page. The price is life in another way or one, be it internal or external or both which is suicide. Fallow a disguise and rot in brothels while extinguishing pyres which keep us alive. Truely alive is when we are death, and realities become nightmares and spent are never our dreams. A good way to say that the days have found silence, a conclusion of thought, when the words begin defying their own meaning.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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