Again, a scribble of thoughts found on a musty old paper, crinkled in a notebook, deep in the hollows of neglected spills.
It reads:
I do not know what opportunities await me.
And of those potentials, I do not know which I would want to pursue.
All in all, I seek brilliance, passion, and happiness.
I can only surrender my will to God.
That is the only way to stay sane.
That is the only truth, accepted or rejected, it stands.
spilled: 2008
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