Choramos ao nascer porque chegamos a este imenso cen谩rio de dementes.
William Shakespeare
I'm the one and only soldier in the front lines on a war against my self. The enemy has already crossed over leaving his fear behind, he stands boldly with respect towards his opponent he carries a look that represents victory but in order to achieve that victory he must first be able to destroy him self. Perplexed with his thoughts his mind is now a dark place compared to the place that once shed light to whom he was. Failure is the only thing in my cross-hair leaving my sight unclear how will I win if i cant even focus.
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