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Friday Night.

By Heaven Carter

By Heaven CarterPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Friday Night.
Photo by Eyasu Etsub on Unsplash

I am an idea. I’ve crossed the minds of all at least once. A mysterious subject awaiting my inevitable fate of death. The only reassurance available is from my conscience. Being deprived of having a healthy mentality isn’t the worse that could happen on a Friday night, but in my case it is. Some may say that I lack emotion while the others obliviously reject my sensitivity. My arms are open to suggestion, but not to dictatorship. The absence of reasonable judgment has caused the weak minded to lose sight of the bigger picture, happiness. I’d say that the relevance of overlooking the truth is void. Therefore, my goal is to solely thrive in all areas that represent rebellion. At this rate, how much time do I even have left? Not enough.

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