Introspect

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You talk, do you remember when you met me in that restaurant and you looked so laughable in your oversized glasses and inflated ego? Who did you think you were? Whoever you thought you were becoming, you were clearly wrong. So you tell me about your greener grass, but from what I see looks like a desert. What happened to you? You cannot go your whole life blaming others for the decisions you have made. You could have been an angel, you were to so many people; but then you lost your way through Hell. You became your company, wolves in sheep's clothing, all of them, but you were a sheep trying on wolves clothing just to be like them. We all saw through you; your family, friends. But now what? The wolf has seeped inside your veins. He took a part of your spinal chord and made you dance like a puppet at his disposal. And that's exactly what happened. I know deep down there is a lamb. There is someone who is still pure just begging for forgiveness, something none of us humans can give you.