A world chock-full of desolate,
To pride of supposed joy I scurry.
A world plenteous of seclusion,
To hubris of felicity I secrete.
A world so stuffed of vain,
To narcissism of hope I scamper.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
A world chock-full of desolate,
To pride of supposed joy I scurry.
A world plenteous of seclusion,
To hubris of felicity I secrete.
A world so stuffed of vain,
To narcissism of hope I scamper.
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