[Babizul]

Originally Posted by magnetaress [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

I achieved perfection solely on my own. Bikini body. Strength and flexibility to glide over broken glass effortlessly, with the grace of an el. An ang-el. Or a devil. El.

Collapsed.

I am dying now. Nothing motivates me. No one could. All external forces irrelevant. Pain pours from me and courses into the world.

My skull fierce, cold, and empty.

This isn't a cry for help. I believe everyone has already lost me and my beauty. You lost me in your vanity. Your greed. Your narcissism. Your desperation. Your hatred. Your foolish thirst for righteousness and power. Dominance. Control.

Your turn.

Consider employment.