I've decided to re-post an old entry because the thoughts have reemerged.
I'm the epitome of self-destruction, and I'm constantly in the state of rebirth. I compare myself to a moth... a dull insect often mistaken for its more beautiful counterpart, the butterfly. I strive in darkness where my languid colors act as camoflauge, separated from
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