Instability refreshes my maker. With his blue print, he must of overlooked my fate. His design clearly resembled a flawless victory, however: as with any great immortality, comes regeneration. Forgiveness, complexity, haste, and endurance tip toed his mind, but his generosity forced edge and reason.
I am humble. Troubled. Blessed. And mangled. Behind beauty is tact, and behind tact lay intelligence. Partnering with intelligence is sin, aggression, and determination.
I am in love. Flattered. And toying with the idea of manifesting what I want.
And if you love me, then set aside everything that is stopping you from feeling me.
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