My name is... Lesser Than.
I'm an endless conversation of non-existent inspiration. An imitation of what society should be. My motivation is the fear that I'm fed, and pain is my only addiction.
My name is... Defeat.
It's an invitation to seperation. I'm a creation for disaster. I'm an empty petition, a lonesome fighter.
My name is... Forgiven.
It's a cluster of emotion. A figment of depression in her own imagination. Everyone wants to feel that winning sensation, but losing the competition is okay.
But there is still one situation still left in my head, a question. What is your name?
