From times that know not of our physical birth, there exists an ancient drive, an unknown entity discovered. A hidden arousal. Born.
From there, no path is paved for return.
Fuelled by resisitance, a rite of passage of some sorts, it is for the frenzy of vulnerability, a complete sustenance in closed eyes and a rhythmic tread for which we pray.
In Joining. To Compete. Complete.
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