Found in a Lost Soul

A boy who’s lost all understanding to this world only to create a matrimony of his own perception. A ritual and sacrifice he lives to bare. Knowing within that without those lost souls near by no purpose my stem from his roots. He lives to grow as an inkling, baring the seed of what it was first meant to become. A harmony in which blossoms fastest. Evolution is this flowers nature of change, not the adaptation of others. Survival is godforsaken, only to bring something new to this world each and every time he gives and sacrifices his life away.

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