prolouge

A new beginning, a new start. A new setting to nurse an unsure heart. A touch of melancholy, a touch of blue. A touch of things that make the world seem to revolve around you. Call me a fiend, call me a fool. Perhaps i shouldn't let my emotions rule. Maybe i shall find, on this unsteady walk of mine, a place for my head, a place i can shine. Or maybe i'll trip, and stumble and fall. And find myself lacking the strength to stand tall. Taking a journey, thats me, towards an unknown of sorts. Leaving my footprints, in the sands by the shore.

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