Expectation is a tricky thing. On one side it can make one really excited and happy about what is to come, but on the other ...
"Human beings' in a mob, What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer Who don't believe in anything? Will he make it out alive? Alright alright No church in the wild. I live by you, desire I stand by you, walk through the fire, Your love, is my scripture, Let me in, through your encryption ..."
"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes. In a happy home, I was a king, I had a golden throne, Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall. I hear the songs from the places where I was born. Upon the hill across the blue lake, That's where I had my first heartbreak. I still remember how it all changed..."
Another Saturday morning just how she loved it. Waking up reasonably late after a good night sleep, listening to jazzy tunes of Dave Bru...
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