It all depends on luck. Our lives are gently stuck to the glorious hands of Fortuna and she won't ever let us go.
Tonight I wanted to write pages and pages to explain that it's the world I am angry with. But I can't. Words are running through my head and I feel nothing but confusion. All I see is people not doing but buying their dreams. And after all this, knowing what the easy way is, it doesn't make me wanna pick it. I wanna sweat half of my heart out to get there where the birds always sing. The harder I die, the more alive I'll be during my next journey.
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