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·· I've had my epiphany -- your world is cold -- my world is empty ·· ..Abrasive yet, he felt remorse singe upon him like poisen arsenic, deteriorating what soul-like entity that ever would exist within his lanky frame. Something within connected to the jaded rogue...spiritual perhaps -- but anything spiritual [besides his music] was generally beyond him. Copesetic things he could hardly handle. All his life, he'd known nothing but the comfort of the tenebrous -- and taking a rightful devotion as the brotherly contender to a youthful stripling...not of his own blood kin, but Sphinx had a fellowship untouchable by any other...besides those he travelled with. Never had an offer been inspired within his vernacular, everything emotive he kept pent within his interior, while the physical exterior claimed nothing but listless apathy.. Oh...s'ok then...mind if i'd ask yer help then? ·· i've seen too much of not enough ·· |