Half dead, you trod through life
So dependent, a shell of a man
Pitiful, you let your vices tell your fate
Follower of the blind, you have nothing.
My empathy has turned to rage.
My pity has turned to hatred.
In selfishness you've sunken to the depths.
How much lower can you go?
All virtue decayed, now a memory
So many friendships lost.
Only enemies.
Shame I
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