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Flaws Sold Separately

They call me toxic.
Maybe I am. Maybe the world just wasn’t built for men who feel too much and show too little.

I don’t explain. I don’t justify.
I don’t do “almost.”
I either give you heaven, or I burn it down.
Try me, and you’ll taste both.

People call it arrogance. I call it survival.
Because when you’ve seen too much,
you stop asking for permission to exist.

I’m not here to be understood.
Don’t ask for light.
I was born in the dark.