Right in the hands of uncertainty i shiver.At times of why thy supreme had made thee, though for a purpose, but still not unvailed just has it had been, fear, grieve, uncertainty, unoutspokeness, silence and boriness.How i wished i could open up under the skyblue unending and controversial scene and see all gone, thee a new being, thee belonging to the race just as all had been and will be hoping to see it come, and if it doesn't? Dat showeth dat thou the supreme had done this for a purpose. Well, lets keep on pardling hoping to see before the pardled gets to his destination
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