Some of us....
were never meant to make it out alive or at least with our dignity intact a fortunate few ignore the rotting corpses clogging boardrooms and confession boxes haphazardly, scribble their names on passing buses or trains in the hope they somehow reach the ears of Zeus
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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