Perhaps I have forgotten my place in this world.
I was shown what the veil hides and it gave me hope that I too, could live that way. But it was just a fiction.
This is the apocalypse. These are the end times.
I outgrew my old skin and thought for a moment I could move up in this crazy world.
But this is the apocalypse and I am a bottom feeder. At the bottom is where I will remain.
Where hope is lost, bitterness takes its place.
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