Description
A world of lost souls, unsure of themselves.
So righteous in their bias, twisting justice for the thrill of it.
They fill the abyss with empty meanings and the fleeting pleasures of a liar.
Hollow and lifeless, lacking the richness of character and growth.
Resentment grows like weeds in a garden—welcomed home with open arms.
They live in misery, where the mask outgrows the small, stunted mind behind it.
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