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line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(42, 42, 42);"Hunter had never found beauty in many things; he just didn't have that sort of outlook on life. True beauty to him was not in superficial things such as flowers or jewellery but found in things with meaning, art,
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lyrics were nothing more than words, paintings were seemed like lifeless, grey shapes and everything that there ever was in his life became a blur of pointless tasks and disappointing outcomes. He was alive but his soul and heart and passion were long, long dead.
Looking back on the events he knew should have listened to them, all of them when they told him he was a fool, that he was playing with fire and was going to get burnt but of course he didn't listen and it had cost him everything he had ever been able to offer the world./p
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line-height: 1.5; color: rgb(42, 42, 42);"Hunter had never found beauty in many things; he just didn't have that sort of outlook on life. True beauty to him was not in superficial things such as flowers or jewellery but found in things with meaning, art,
poetry, and music. And Sebastian. He had always found so much wonder in Sebastian,span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px;
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0px;"his/span Sebastian. But now there was no beauty, his world being stripped of it's already fading colours until it was nothing, nothing but ugliness. Music became noise,
lyrics were nothing more than words, paintings were seemed like lifeless, grey shapes and everything that there ever was in his life became a blur of pointless tasks and disappointing outcomes. He was alive but his soul and heart and passion were long, long dead.
Looking back on the events he knew should have listened to them, all of them when they told him he was a fool, that he was playing with fire and was going to get burnt but of course he didn't listen and it had cost him everything he had ever been able to offer the world./p