pay no attention to the shell of a man behind the curtain

mouth speaks

heart feels

brain thinks

nerves fire

veins pulse

pride towers

fear cowers

balance recovers

— — -but where is growth, where is the action, where is the movement which proves i am alive and true-hearted at all?

oh what an empire — built on nothing and air

— -who can save me from this body of handsome inconsistency and clever lack of courage?

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