Alex Gaskarth:
There is a legacy in the making, being traced in the sands of time, tripped up and slowed by fleeting wishes that come and go like summer rain, carried on the wings of an undying faith in a promise that there is something on the other side of the horizon worth being found. I am drawn to that unknown like a fish on a line, yet, the hands of fiends lay claim to idle stride— and from the top of every tower, of every wall built to stand in my way, they perch, punching holes in the Earth and filling them with oceans of misguided ambition that I am forced to sail, blindly, on the ebbs and swells of my lost hopes and dreams.
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