you start and finish right here

Overindulgence in desires makes one greedy, the cup will never overflow that way, the aura will fray; become rough and coarse around the edges. 
Life becomes the hunting grounds where everything that is worth a dime is out of bounds, all that would replenish you becomes completely foreign with time. 
The heart hardens in the desolation of the hunt for the ever elusive; now all sentient beings are your prey. Unable to sustain your own energy, you must feed, you cannot receive. 
Really you are fine, branded as a slave, burning bridges behind you, empty as the store you plundered. You claim to be un-save-able yet never were you closer to redemption than now, closer to salvation than now. You start and finish right here.

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