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There is, in the stillness of the fall, the wonder of the pause, the shatter of the soul and the loss of control, a shard
that questions the lot of it. Yet I am what I've become, there's no definition anymore. I live to lose. I know what you'd
say, you have the answers, the arch arguments, the badge of bitter experience. Surely there's another way. At a certain point
one's fall is a choice, not destined by circumstance, it's a decision.
Well...
Just so. If only I had the magic chained to your hand. Words can't paint an escape from this nowhere, they're always black
and white, they're all I have, and within the maze of their infinite possibility I am lost.
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There is, in the stillness of the fall, the wonder of the pause, the shatter of the soul and the loss of control, a shard
that questions the lot of it. Yet I am what I've become, there's no definition anymore. I live to lose. I know what you'd
say, you have the answers, the arch arguments, the badge of bitter experience. Surely there's another way. At a certain point
one's fall is a choice, not destined by circumstance, it's a decision.
Well...
Just so. If only I had the magic chained to your hand. Words can't paint an escape from this nowhere, they're always black
and white, they're all I have, and within the maze of their infinite possibility I am lost.
Who are you talking to?
No one except you.
No one except you.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 50 x 50px
I liked to draw, yet the blank pages that remain are in a shit stuffed closet. I hit it full shoulder, try to force it, yet the trash I've relegated to that darkness is too great. Alone out here, a simple pen, the things in my head, never transcribed because of the trash. There is no paper.
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