So Maybe This Is His Destiny
A man lies in his bed staring thoughtfully at the ceiling
in his heart he feels nothing, no emotion
he exists purely in his mind
his his heart bleeds tears if only for the fact that his soul forces him to
he knows that to deny one's natural urges or impulses is to deny what it means
to be human
and so here he lies waiting for something to fill the empty void within him and
wonders if this is destiny fulfilled
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