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Damien Sinclair, who is he, what is he, why is he?Damien, a brother, a son, a lover, and a betrayer. Lost and found in the filth behind your ears, an ideal without direction, a fear without reason. You never wondered if he was a man, you never questioned his intentions, you saw and transcribed your beliefs, held them like you held your mothers breast against the hunger of winter. Sinclair was never a child, and will never be a man. He was always somewhere in between, always in limbo, always searching for another day to live for. He looked to the future and tried to forget about the present, but his words never left the past. He listens to the breeze and whispers with the leaves, floating through life, never touching anything, just flitting with the wind.
What is a man but a child with standing? A boy who has found a moral code? An infant grown all wrong? What is he but a lack of perfection, a loss of ideals, a breaking of pride? What makes you a man? What can ever Damien be but a man?
He exists to find what he fears to search for, to touch what he fears to reach for, to embrace that which he fears to love.
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