That’s the problem now. There is no purpose to the one way
journey. We make up story’s to ourselves, to justify our actions. We are all
right, we are all wrong. What we did
meant nothing. Only the stars looked like they would stay the same. Evolution. Just another way of dressing up our degradation.
Lonely hearts expected to feel complete. Will you meet the eight people who
will influence your life? Realistically why should eight people dictate your
own existence for who you are. Could we exist just by ourselves? No human
influence or control. No trace of another life. Could we cope with the purest
of starts?
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