Theria

He is not a fictional character, nor does he live in novels. He's not manipulated by any ink and paper under the influence of one person, Nor does he belong in a world that's read or witnessed by readers and audiences. But he got this fatal flaw; Weaknesses that might cause his downfall. He might not come from nobility but he greatly is flawsome in his judgments His ignorance to the circumstances around him, He may say it's all bliss but, it is technically not. His intellect that lead him to what he's become as a person, His whole existence; Maybe it's his hamartia after all.

We're the same massive pieces of the earth but we weren't given the chance to interact.  We're supposedly meant to meet, but there must be some shear, we're slipping past each other We haven't even had our own subduction zone intact, And even the boundaries we have are barriers between us