Mondays are just young Fridays


Shouldn’t we know if and how
this is part of the plan? Can’t we
see in advance, can we trust at a
glance, the strangers and such we
deal with each day, or those who
transact in more intimate ways?
Is there enough confidence in your
self to occupy who you are? Is it
temptation or time that brought
you to this place? Can you look
past imperfections, habitual now,
and still be satisfied with what
may be nothing more than fate?


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