Get to the Core

Sat, 03/15/2014 - 15:45 -- Mirus

The world's a vast  place.

You're that little pin in the middle of the haystack trying to find yourself.

Often all you want to do is throw in the towel, belt out that last note, make the violin weep.

You go through the motions, gradually collapsing in on yourself, until one day you see that the remnants of your solid core constructed others that  fight with you.

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