10:34 pm
We have the power to create and destroy.
A Lie.
The story randomized and spewed out to be fumbled across the baseball stadium waiting to be caught by a lucky person in the crowd.
Im conflicted, i destroy and build but it does not change my story.
It only alters the way others view it.
Strands of yarn sewn together to form a single life.
And now i tie up the lose ends.
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