The things that I do, I don't know why; those that I don't, demands a soulful cry. I am but a scoundrel yearning to be a saint, and it is within this enormous stretch of my soul that one can find the waiting abode of hell, centered, infernally balanced, between the outer limits of my soul's reach. Eagerly preparing and stoking the eternal flame, melting the edges and sealing the envelope that contains the suffering of my choice, I face the flames with a beginner's courage, forgetting that I stood on that far sided precipice once before. And I set into motion a gait that does not betray my eventual return.Birth sign: Aries
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