Eggwhite
I fear my only true talent lies in the art of depravity. One ability I will never truly exercise. I can envision becoming what I suppress. Envision the cataclysmic self-destruction I would inevitably experience, even deserve, and the subtle remorse I might wonder if I felt. I can imagine it. I can mourn it's repression. But I can never live it, because life belongs to no one. Therefore I have no intention of marring it's purity, for me or for anyone other.