This is shit
I have the torch of my ancestors
A torch of scarlett light
Meant to help me, guide me through this journey
A being so noble in thought,
But so weak in action.
The figure of the bright happy child is gone
All that remains is a shadow of him
Inside of a thick dark fog
That is me.
Was it always me?
Maybe, maybe not.
We are so wrapped around our arrogance we have problems facing the reality
Which is us, the punny, weakling, dumb and ugly
It’s so hard to see past everyone’s problems and into our ones
We started to […]
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