stripped from the comfort zone..
did what was needed to move on..
what of the broken shell?
form the debris emerges a stoic being..
born into an unknown world..
plunged deeper into the darkness..
but carries within him..
blood, sweat,tears, memories and.. wisdom..
detached from the world he called his..
but stronger and better in the midst..
of destruction and reinvention..
a dark shell a neo entity..
staring away at a wasteland.. stronger..better..darker..
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