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Vanity


I sat in the midst of the unbiased reaction of the atmosphere that moment All I could best do was soliloquise about vanity Thinking for a moment i realized that all activities done in this existence was just chasing after the wind. From thence I stood up only to be held spell bound by unforeseen forces of nature Reluctantly I gave in to the only person that wore black and red Misjudging and misbehaving was the order of that day Beside we will all end in the ground From whence we came
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