Through a perfectionist's story, a tale must be told. Always filled with pain, frustration and mold. Though this one was different, as so what he said. That could put him through misery each time he went to bed. He thought about this twice, maybe three times or four. That this could be the end of this warrior galore. All because of something that everyone had made gone, It could be the time... ...the show might go on.
cta I don't even know where to start or even say here. It's coming for me. This could be the time of my great departure. Unless... you can give me hope for the future?
