Split Mind Split Matter
Isn't it interesting,
Love my weakness,
When it is a means to and of strength,
PATHETIC is the lone wolf who sharpens his claws for the heart of a woman who pleads on her knees,
For pathetic are the wicked who push you to fall when you're already down.
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