There is some charm being alone. I am seeking it. I am trying to live with the person I am. I want to be able to bear myself. I am so tired of the way I am that I constantly make efforts to improve my attitude, but to no avail. A lone figure looks out into the moonlit night across the endless human habitations. The mind in a state of deep reflection as the chill bite of the winds caress his hair and ears in a cold steely embrace. His life has been one of anguish from the loss of all he held dear,and deep inside, he knows he, himself, was responsible for his misery.
A mind shattered and alone. Existing in a limbo of the rogue's life, fueled by the fires of insanity raging within. When can he find time for himself to heal? Last night, he lay near death. Once again, his own arrogance caught up with him and demanded penance. He would soon face the fate of his own unless change happened.
Now his rage tempered as he realized something, that every one is outraged and afraid as they knows they must fight on, though tired and scarred they are. So what's so special in pain and glum.
Though alone no more he is, he is still lonely. He knows he must continue, for he is the only one who could.
A lone tear glides down his cheek as the wind blows once more. That's a change.
A mind shattered and alone. Existing in a limbo of the rogue's life, fueled by the fires of insanity raging within. When can he find time for himself to heal? Last night, he lay near death. Once again, his own arrogance caught up with him and demanded penance. He would soon face the fate of his own unless change happened.
Now his rage tempered as he realized something, that every one is outraged and afraid as they knows they must fight on, though tired and scarred they are. So what's so special in pain and glum.
Though alone no more he is, he is still lonely. He knows he must continue, for he is the only one who could.
A lone tear glides down his cheek as the wind blows once more. That's a change.
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