Ichigo2979

In a world where everyone thinks of themselves, I expected for all to fulfill me. In a place where selfishness reigned supreme, I crowned myself up as king. My life, my possessions, my money – My achievements, my values, everything – They were what mattered, Precious were they – As long as they satisfied me. The purpose of others was simple: A source of my pleasure, not pain. If not in agreement with what I thought, Stupid, ignorant were they. One day I found out a secret. Hidden, it was, yet plain. If no one will give Yet expects to receive, A dry world it becomes, Indeed. Maybe I should start giving, I t