Life is like a box of chocolates. I am done. Have your fun. I will go and be the show. Do your blow. See your reflection. Be out there with no protection. I care about my kitty. I am barely even out there in the city. Being a ghost may serve me as a host. That is the bread that is stuck in your head. Being on a pedestal may be what you thought you were. Now you see that that is absurd. I have no power, but I will not cower. I collect, and act correct. People can say things, but now I go at imbuement rings. I will step out tomorrow, and show them that it causes more than just sorrow. Destiny waits for no one they say. I don't really believe that way. I do not believe I have a destiny. I must just live here surrounded by perversity. I have never seen so many openly prostituting women during the early evening and day here in my life. I now do not even believe that I will be a wife. Pharaoh is more important to me. Maybe HE is my only destiny. That is okay because he tells no lies. He stays close and looks me deep in my eyes. It somehow feels like ladies and gentlemen of the night have won. Fighting with that reality, I am now done. I never knew that all see taking money for sex was at all okay. One's dignity and soul it does betray. I will just create, and maybe I will never be great. I just want to have relief from my pain, and to lie here at times and listen to the rain. Hopefully soon people will start to really ponder the worth of a soul. At this time, it does not play a big roll. Vie
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