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x=-1


Long ago I was told the equation of the earth, by a man who was gifted a sour perception, that if the world was x, than negative one would be its worth. He conceived, in any cause, cruel controls kind, without exception. So I ventured into the world, believing him right, knowing I would see that evil conquers good. I let my heart harden, become the ice of foresight. And the world greeted me as the man said it would. Yes, x equals negative one hope, dream, desire, the crushing of the soul, leaving a hole due to man's need to fuel the endless fire. Hopelessly, to this equation my soul began to enroll. But once I saw your face, I knew I was misguided. Now x is minus one lonely soul, thanks to the love you have provided.
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