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The hands of Pride are withered and worn.
(chewed down to the bone) The breath of Pride is foul; never having brushed it's teeth, and is proud of this dilapidated condition. Pride has never lost face. Although, Pride has lost friends, jobs, love and faith. Pride's one consolation is itself. |
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i like it too. funny how things that were once a challenge in life fade.
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