Awake from your Slumber, blinded by Desires Black Art, one has become a shadow of oneself, blinded by the familiar sting of emotions, like acid it eats into the soul, dampening the fiery spirit. You become less than, a vague shadowy mirage of who you once were. You hold No Power here, for you have given it to another, it is up to you and you alone to reclaim it. None can fight this inner war only you.
again...this is very good!
very good!
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Trying to get rid of what you love in suffering and longing for what was to become only a fading memory, you created another masterpiece
Awake from your Slumber, blinded by Desires Black Art, one has become a shadow of oneself, blinded by the familiar sting of emotions, like acid it eats into the soul, dampening the fiery spirit. You become less than, a vague shadowy mirage of who you once were. You hold No Power here, for you have given it to another, it is up to you and you alone to reclaim it. None can fight this inner war only you.
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