Assured in travel, I hope this land is speedy.

The daggers of many eyes pierce my soul.

Aching for unions and transgressions to pass.

It isn’t like I haven’t tried.

It just didn’t change.

The future is mold-able, but you must be able to progress.

Talk to me.

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