Out of reach
selfish is man that yearns for something he does not deserve? is it wrong to dream, or are even the dreams that cross his mind like rays of sun tainted with the corruption of greed. I sit there loathing what my mind imagines, what my mind convinces of me, for all I want for them is joy, not this chain that I feel around my heart.
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