Drenching the sponge. Feeding the eyes. Trying to be wise while I clean myself up. While I put aside the very source of my own grunge. There are so many fitting ties, there are so many mirrors, so many...lies. Should I just plunge? What must I choose? What kind of size? At my future I will finally lunge. Playing The Destiny or playing blindly the dies.
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