
And not even all the money in the world could not buy him the black key to the exit of the emotional cage he was in... So he was left to rut in his own emotional lust...
He was the mighty Lion, he was a fighter for his freedom, he thought he is big but sow himself in the end as a small street cat crawling and screaming at the moon...
Irrelevant in all the ways living a love that he afforded, breathing a small freedom for which he payed a too big price...
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