Self
Self made me a prisoner
Self got me in want
Self reduced me to nothing
Self gave me nothing
Self had me all alone-all to myself
to self nothing else mattered but self
emptiness and loneliness can only be found in self
Self cannot reach out to anyone
when lost in itself,it cannot reach out for others
how strange but true that self can never get itself fulfilled by it's selfish desires
This, I'd say is the sixth wonder of the world.
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