Prideful Champion's Loss Of Prosperity-Personal Narrative

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Everything was impermanent the hues consistently blurring the brush strokes were not any more a work of craftsmanship yet plain painting hostile and misdirecting

Letters began getting to be numbers and falling into the hole and creases where your brutal words were left to scatter and hurl around in my mind fretfully

Prior to the days turned weeks you were the idea before rest what's more, putting you on a platform was simply an reason to show your prosperity like a prideful champion's trophy

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