The Compromise
what is life if not mere links on a chain bound together by accident covered with rust the illusion of a destiny pre-ordained of growing compromises, sacrifices to the detriment of our dreams, sincere our desires, our needs as we die, by installments while others, feast thrive upon the fading light of our souls should we be true to ourselves then surely, this quota has been exceeded…
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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