as i go on day by day making myself wholesome with chores with both ends of desire,i manage to see myself in third person perspective.what points lies woven in the intimacies of delicate social mechanics reveals itself slowly .but clearly.figures trying to prove their existence and purpose.figures managing themself in the giant human knitwork.some trade their life for something more wortwhile.like ambition.like love.
it alls boils down to which line you cross before reversal happens.then..the line walks you.
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