Friday Noir: Find Your Own Sins
Night begins to overtake the day.
Twirling like the dress of a Spanish dancer.
Our course was plotted long ago.
Now, like the ancients, nothing will cause to sway that course.
This we cannot change.
For better or for worse, this is the game we are in.
Not the normal.
Not the conventional.
There is no escaping this burden, this beast.
The feel of the night.
The sweet, bitter taste of this life.
The game is rigged, yes.
But we cannot lose if we do not play.
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