There really comes a low point in life when one does not know what to believe in anymore.
This moment may well be that point.
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A soul has been ripped apart long ago, though I don't know how and I don't know when. The soul longed to widen its horizons armed with a golden heart and indomitable will, but along the way, it lost its bearings in a deep and mighty jungle. Luring vines and deliciously tempting fruits got the better of this soul, and, now devoid of its original sense of right and wrong, it drowned in the river of bloody sin, never to return to its pure state again.
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