In the end, all or nothing will matter.
I am writing history, and I can't be there.
Halved. That was every time. My laughter was for idiots, for their unjustifiable idiocy and for myself for an unrelenting conviction to them, for that unforgivable instance I leveled myself to them. At that awkward realization knowing I precisely was...
We own the things that claim that we are theirs.
