courtneyrecker
I don't really know what to say about conviction. I think about being convicted. Mostly being convicted of a crime. But, besides that, nothing comes in mind. Maybe I'm not just as educated in that word, who knows. I guess I'll see. Conviction though, man what a word.
This place has many settings. The warmth you feel beneath your feet as you walk down the beach. The feel of the water as you splash around with friends. The hotness of the sun shining brightly as you enjoy your day. The setting of the atmosphere changes as the moon peaks through the sky. The cold breeze winds by as you say your last goodbye to the day.
Division, what of it? Separated from everything you once knew. Walking around trying to figure out where everything went wrong. One day is all it takes for everything to change. Divided from each other. One on one. Everything will never be the same again.
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