We live our lives in a golden prison of hope. Hope that tomorrow will be brighter than the dull life we lived today. There is no brighter, there is no golden future. There is only what you make of the dark scraps you've collected. So our prison is decorated in golden light to hide the decaying walls of our minds.
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The Faults of Life
RandomJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
