We're verified by the accomplishments of our families and fathers. Always in such shallow transit, continually searching for our own words to validate ourselves. A gentle boasting hurts no one but bodies build up in the empty floors of our deepest wells.
Mostly ourselves. It's too late. It's too late. It's too late.
You've been reinvented. You are the new beginning. A fresh and clean slate from which to build anew. This poorly laid foundation has crumbled and come crashing. Please believe me, why would I ever lie to you? We have such history together, it wouldn't make any kinds of sense for me to lie.
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As Iron Sharpens Iron
About Me
- Seaner
- I am infinite, Or so I'd like to believe, sometimes I believe that we are all destined for something better, sometimes I believe we are destined for dirt. Sometimes I'd just like to believe.
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