"how long does it take before a sacred memory becomes an empty promise; neck hung, shoulders hunched and eyes looking blankly into tomorrow, wondering how the toll of history became so steep"
—ikor

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"how long does it take before a sacred memory becomes an empty promise; neck hung, shoulders hunched and eyes looking blankly into tomorrow, wondering how the toll of history became so steep"
—ikor
I hate how God made me. If only I can choose who I want to be without Him deciding what kind of person I should be. He doesn't have the right.