Why do you look at me that way? I'm not a problem that needs solving The truth is still evolving Life is the choices that we make We're the masters of our own fate The painter and the paint(c)
You don't have to be like everybody else You don't have to fit into the norm You are not here to conform I am here to take a look insidе myself Recognize that I could bе the eye, the eye of the storm
I don't ask for many trials, but I don't say that they should end, but it seems to me that the sword would have bent on me, if not broken.
“My people have a tale, about a Prince -- much hated by his King -- who was banished to the underworld and jailed there. The evil King gave him the most difficult labor -- working the iron pits. Year after year the
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