In the world that I live in, curses don't exist. I know it sounds cool, like no more pimples and stuff, but when you stop and think, you come to one conclusion. . .
When curses don't exist, blessings don't either.
Like, if everything was perfect, the definition of perfect would be lost, because you can't say something is good if it's the exact same as everything else, and none of it is bad. You wouldn't know because everything is the same. Not to mention it raises standards impossibly high.
This is the world I live in.
Life is a death spiral.
Change is nonexistent.
Being sucked into the pit is inevitable.
Thing is, I'm a cat in a world of wombats.
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I love how the last word is wombats.
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Shadow Rose
RandomI am the Shadow. I am the Shade. I am the gateway to the New Age. They are the Shield. They are the safes. They are the image of a masked face. Now watch as I expose their shadows for all to see. . . You now have a choice. . . to be or not to be.
