Turbulent soul trapped inside of a shell. You are screaming, begging to be set free. Upon arrival, you were stripped of who you used to be and blinded so that you could not see. A soul who is tormented and filled with disparity. A soul who needs love and sincerity. Your human is feeling neglected. Poor, turbulent soul, left unprotected. No one was there for you, nobody cared for you, ain’t lend an ear or two. You’ve been forced to confide in dollar signs, hoping that it will give you the emotional fulfillment you desperately need. Consumed with greed, you eat from the beast’s belly. All while you and your shadow enjoy the feast, your soul screams, begging to be set free…
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