a 23-year-old gentleman from United Kingdom, United Kingdom

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"Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms."

Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
You hide your emotion sometimes. You are a moon type of person. You tend to be the quiet type or in contrast, you are not happy but sometimes you act it out in order for you to not burden your friends with your problems. You've faced some problems in your life. Your heart has been dealt blows before. You tend to think about things a lot more than other people, and you may get annoyed with people who act out without thinking about consequences. You are also the type of person that others often come to with their problems because you've been through plenty, and you are very understanding. Though you sometimes feel lonely, your demeanor is usually chill, and relaxed. You usually are logical, and rely a lot on facts and information on decisions. You often keep things to yourself. This is just one side of you, and you have different faces in different situations and environments, just like the moon has phases. 

Angel Wings fell off. Down in a mad house of a life with the crazy, monstrous clowns surrounding me on every side; Just waiting to fall to pieces. Can't get accepted anywhere. A Freak, an unlovable "Saint" just waiting for the retribution of a thousand lies building up inside. Sweet sorrow, my only friend. Even thou canst knoweth my pain... Sitting in my dark corner, watching the feathers fall around me from the wings That were once mine; From when I was just another naive, innocent idealist so arrogant of the suffering in the world below. If this place was once paradise, that notion has long since shrivelled up and died ALONG with my heart... But, then, what was the purpose of the effort I sustained to keep my brick wall of arrogance strong? If I haven't the heart for it anymore. A life that curves around every corner of the labyrinth of deep sorrows and finds more with each damned step that could dishearten the most positive angel...

If I have no chance to win this game, then throw me the die and I shall place another bet. This is the end of the line. As the piece moves slowly around the corners, blindly searching for hope only the eyes who's sight is severely and selectively lacking (and who's prosperity is so sorrowfully lacking) can see and in each new space, each new step through this labyrinth, sees demons and monsters on every side with unfortunate mind's eyes... The saga of my life here, written out in unenviable prose for the most arrogant, insatiable eyes to feast upon and take from it the small token that they have yet to know the point of life's game, as I now do. People are not placed upon the labyrinth to see it to the end, but, to run around aimlessly and find suffering around every corner. Once this becomes too much, their lives are burnt out like a flame to a candle, as their inner passionate motives and sustainability is snuffed out indefinitely and any optimism goes up in sacrilegious smoke.

Come on, then. My lord fate, click thy lighter and wilt away all hopes and dreams with the flame of our misfortune and fruitless, malevolent endeavours so dangerous to our familair and kindred that we may scavenge around desperately on the floors of the past searching out our lost hearts and buried souls (akin to the plague rats of old) as unbeknownst to us, they wisped away with the optimism that is so sorely missed by the still determined possessor of such precious and false, desultory naivety. Watching as the earth spins round and invisibly out of control, listening to heaven in chaos and knowing hell is others, hell is always others, if only to be laughed at as a coping mechanism, to encourage survival at all costs, through the desolation of this no man's land.

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