How can I help it if the scales are so easily tipped to fall? How can I help the weight of my breaths and my thoughts leaning furtively onto ideas, casting their own gravity, regardless of faults? The beliefs and desires of our souls are so amusingly incomprehensible. Some, so adamantly irrational. Yet time and time again I find myself entertaining fantasies that are so disparate from their counterparts in reality, but only by fingertips. Hope is such a fragile and magnetic force. A farce.
I surrender my fate with faith.
I surrender my fate with faith.
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