He approved of paranoia.
It was the mainstream of his world.
No matter all the tales that were told
of innocence. He never knew the depth
that hid within the width of his mortality.
He hadn't reached the point
of no return.
The fire that once burned with his heart
lay glaring in the choices that he'd made.
The moments passed within a haze
of worn-out memories.
Prosperity became no more
than numbers on a page.
While all the love once meant to be
the ultimate of destiny - lay dying in
amends he never made...
? Michaelette ?
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