There has been many names it has been called—the default that calls you to an abject lack, homelessness. And the belief is that it calls hopelessness. It also deranges the realization of a dream, conquering the pitiful’s lot. And when an evil plot and a plan take me there, eyes wide open, I have to engage it. Through my eyes; a realistic engagement you must be lucid for; engaging the static freedom in the delimitation of space.
Truth, Somewhere I live Synopsis
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