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Some Of You Say The Picture Of Dorian Gray Was A Book About Two Besties Right? Yeah Just One Bestie

Some of you say the Picture of Dorian Gray was a book about two besties right? Yeah just one bestie confessing their love, devotion and absolute worship to their other bestie right?
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I absolutely adore Shakespeare, and I'm not talking like I love it because i want to be pretentious and seem intelligent. Nah, I'm talking about this kind of stuff.
Romeo: *having a pity party because Rosaline doesn't love him*
Benvolio: *trying to console Romeo like the good friend he is and trying to keep Mercutio out of trouble*
Mercutio: *Drunk as hell, telling Romeo he just needs to crash the Capulets party with him and hook up with another, hotter girl, and then proceeds to ramble on drunkenly about a dream he recently had.*
And they say the content in Shakespeare is no longer relevant to our modern times.

Look at this little guy. I love Peter Sqloint.
I was just letting my ADHD mind wander and the thought, "What is life without the indulgence of the excessive?" popped into my head and honestly? That is one of the most profound thoughts i have ever had.
Like a moth to a flame
The thing I love will be my destruction
It flies to the light
The thing it loves
But is torn asunder by the flames underneath
The wings curling and unfurling
As ashes fall beneath
The question is
What is that flame?
What is the thing or person
That I cannot leave ?
The one that is my downfall
But the one thing that I need ?
What do I keep coming back to
Even though it hurts?
My dear... I'm scared it may be you
That you give me what I lack
Even though it's only at arms length
That I can give it back
Like me
The moth never learns
As it flies into the fire
And burns
Burns
Burns
My original Poem called Moth to A Flame

This is Xerxes Orion Illuthain Atriedes. He's a drow sorcerer 67 years old, in drow elf years that would be around 19 or 20 in human years, correct me if im wrong. He's 5 foot 1 inches tall and around 110 pounds. If you want his backstory to make sure to tell me in the comments. He's one of my DnD OC's.