In my eyes, the world is in disguise. In my shoes, my fate is to pursue;
the road to perdition. Fictitious mention of a fallacious life of happiness.
My abode simply wants the simplistic serenity of a Rose. Nullus magis nullus minor.
Forlorn set by the pass of vying men, it is up to her to cherish the final hour of my remain.
So set not another fellow for they beguile in folly, but take me in and we can realize what my imagination began.
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