The desert of burning souls....
As I march across the deserted wastes of life eternal,I feel the burning of my soul,wanting to escape the shackles of it's imprisonment.The burning of the sun is the release of my dreams,floating away in spurts of pain and anguish.The sand beneath my feet,engulfs my ankles holding me to this plane of existence for which I compare to Hell quite easily.Knowing never to find the spring of salvation,to never find my full potential,I track across this desert aimlessly looking for what may only be a mirage,but faith and determination shall guide my way to victory.That one oasis in a land of lost dreams and solemn fates...........
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