I hate the way you pheen, the way that you acquire, and the way that you are so damn predetermined to exceed that when you falter... you submerge inside yourself. I feel pity for you and ashamed that your actions are, but familiar to your favorite scenario. I hate the way you leave me feeling lost, empty, unacquainted, feeble, and barely breathing. I lose every bit of dignity when I see your flesh and I forgive, but not one ounce of your credibility. Not only will you one day lose everyone ounce of your own glory, but you miss will wrinkle and fade. I hate that shadow, how it casts itself and how you prance gracefully around mortality. No my darling you will not live forever, nor will you be granted everything that you feel this world owes you. I hate the way you labeled yourself as endangered. I hate forever, your "god", and every ounce of breath that is granted to self reign.
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