My value is now only as an enigma - a hidden intellect wreathed in smoke and dowsed in drink, harsh and kind, talented and unskilled, judgmental and accepting. I exist as naught but pure potential, untested by choice. It is a damning truth that most often the sole obstacle in one's path is one's self.
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