There are things you would Never know about someone by just ‘knowing’ them. Some people face malovent, ugly demons, and face them alone. Some people have silent addictions, in which entraps them into a dark and lonely world. You never know what could be behind those eyes. Never. And you will never know these things, because most men couldnt handle them. So they’re forever stuck in an isolated realm of self loathing and anguish.
Look deep into my thoughts, try to taste them, feel them, embrace the being in which I was forced to feed upon. Me? I am no being. I have the exterior of a being. But I am infact, an aura. A light. A mirror image of a bipedal.
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Disconnected perspective
Disconnected perspective
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