sevendeadlysins
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oh, what a joy it must be
to be able to indulge in gluttonous
desires; where riches and luxuries are a
commodity one can hoard solely for themselves.
Dear the worst of me,
Greed...
Why are you here?
I didn't need all these tears.
I didn't need you when i was younger
I Don't Know Where I Am
But I See These Human Figures
However They Have No Details, Just Figures
Some Are White, I Get The Feeling That They Are Pure
There Are Others Who Are Dark, Demons Maybe