Jinja

Talented HopeThe brush is dead in my handTalented Hope
Yet it thrives in yours
The pen is dead in my hand
Yet it shines in yours
The instrument is dead in my hands
Yet it prospers in yours
The ball is dead in my hands
Yet it flourishes in yours
Yet...
My dreams are like an egg
Fertile, and filled with hope for the future
It is not my destiny to be an artist
Nor a writer
Nor a composer
Nor an athlete
Yet...
My dreams can take me farther than those
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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"It's not a farewell, it's the beginning of a new journey"
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