Thursday, June 7, 2012

Recluse

Voluntary seclusion.

what a wonderful definition.



Sorry, life just dealt you a lowbrow; quiver on the ground while holding your nuts and quake at the looming shadow which has no name and no form.

Strip bare. Invite the flurry of blows. Because eventually, it will end.

Dust yourself off, pick yourself up, because remember; life is a game where you continue playing even after you lost.

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