Not so different

A world so bizarre with people so shady face after face they revel a never ending quest knowing a person feels. In a blink of a moment they change sweet to opportunist that's quite a range. No one is different me and you not even a handful few we all have evil within buried deep down with a hint of sin afraid, living in denial bubble acting like glial. We all are collection of face that we desire or society admires hiding behind them comfortable and safe we feel but evil will always be let out in the weakest of moment it creeps taking on conscience worst it seeks driven by creature of passion all that matter is satisfaction stooping isn't uncommon once under spell it's basic moral. Everyone can't be buddha unlike him can't shut the fuck up inner Vlad some choose to embrace, some shade but everyone's right in their own place.

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