You are nothing, You are faulsehoods, treachery, and an adulteres loving words. Thet prick at the skin, annoying mosquito, but never reach the core. My strength lies in a higher knowledge, based on the continuing changes that occur around me, and knowing that they mean no harm. My perception is a growing seed, a continous bulb of life that is full of life, and everything it see's is new and beautiful, as opposed to strange. When I look out, You are benieth me, Starring into the ground. I look around, and those that are traveling look straight above. I feel guilty, albeit briefly, for looking at you, way down there. 'cause I look there above me, my perception so clear, and I remember, You are nothing.Birth sign: Pisces
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