Why do you wanna know my description? My sexiness is not what it once was, I shall not bend the knee for any man or entity, blind or seen.
The burden of love, regret, knowledge and life, leave many questions that remain unsatisfied, why must disappointment and reality always spawn strife, how many burdens must one man bear tonight, just to blind himself against the influence of this nightmare machine. Take me from this earth, as my time is used to reflect, an admission of resignation, a conscious troubled but not so forsaken, I’ll heave great burdens called grief and love, out upon scarred stars and my shoulders above.
Our dream my love, my fears manifest. This saga overwhelming, though I dare not dwell much longer, for how insignificant to weep in the grand scheme of things, a miraculous fool who’s blessed as can be, such a wound is just a tragic case of life and that thing called irony.
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