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His knees shook under his weight. The guilt swirling inside trembled more than the stress his body was feeling under keeping a position so long. He asked for forgiveness, he bargained his being, he cried under the roof of the place he called home.
I am wealthy. My pockets weigh more than your house and the luxuries of life are at my doorstep.
I am wealthy with physical and material things. Wealthy with the weight of fortune and fame.
But inside, I am burdened by these things I carry. I have a house but not a home. A shell of an empty being. An abyss hiding behind a mask of gold and diamonds.
I hold concrete things but I will always be a crumbling mess on the inside.
We are in a world of our own. No one knows of our secrets, hopes, anguish, expectations and disappointments. Only you and I know of the only secluded part of our lives and that is whatever we have between us.
The lights flash amidst the dark background. Smoke could be smelt from every open door. The 'dress' I'm wearing seems to constrict my movement with every step towards the neon- colored establishment. The lights may be bright but my daily life can only hope so.