Sometimes dark clouds block the horizon. Sometimes life can be unfair and cruel. Sometimes the depths of the ocean can appear more appealing than the colourful reefs.
At times like these it is hard to contemplate the existance of angels.
I don't need any signs.
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When one's daily contemplation is primarily pasting a log truck on the Batto at 200 clicks, then perhaps destination "abyss" has been reached.
It's a good time to kill the black dog or at least nail his sorry arse to the wall.
Time to go home now.
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