People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck it goes forward and you win. Or maybe it doesn't and you lose
8 ene 2012
Every whisper of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions trying to keep an eye on you like a hurt, lost and blinded fool
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