Statistics of Roads Unfortunately Chosen

coping just for a purpose rusting revealing the truth a new coat of paint never helps however i become emotionally addicted i remember when smiles on four walls was the art we chose when the foundation of the paint weakened with time, so did the symbolism of our love we became antiheroes in the form of thematic failure we allowed that to be our smiling front and our welcoming back we never asked forgiveness for we knew not the particular definition we were liars without admittance to admitting as a result, we aged at a more rapid pace genetics defied us, but we too were defiant by unified choice God has a way of structuring by way of emphatic emphasis nevertheless we let the devil break through....therefore becoming unfortunate pockmarked examples