spurned, by my own people, i was forced to turn, inwards, but all i found was hate, and a starless night, without bound'ries, was it's own reward, all flesh rots, all hearts must stop, perchance, one day they'll see, just how futile, how fleeting, material gains can be, how shallow love can be, for i, am now, nothing, and even less, to me...Birth sign: Leo
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