A single tear escapes the eye of a blind beggar.
He is ever lost in the dark whirling vortex that is his world.
This world is all he has ever known.
Everytime he tries to make something beautifu in his mind's eye, it always comes out ugly and distorted. Vainly he tries ever so hard to create something beautiful, but for all his tries, nothing seems to change what he sees.
Nothing can change, for that is how he was made, and that's how he stayed, forver.
A blind beggar looking for something beautiful.
He shall never know beauty, except for in death.
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Death is Hereditary.
To say the least, I'm not who you think I am. To say the most, I just don't give a d***!
To say the least, I'm not who you think I am. To say the most, I just don't give a d***!