Flame — HabitableZone

Flame » in reply to "The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves..."

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,"

"Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death"

Yeah, I am weary of it and past caring who wins as long as it is tomorrow.

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