Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,
Elle
theroadtoelle

He plays a dangerous game

He balances precariously
on a blade's razor edge,
a delicate dance of deceit
and desperation.




“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”
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