Reflections by the blind.

[awwlie]

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Dear Diary,

I am exhausted, not because I feel alone.

- Because I feel lost.
So lost that I've decided to march against my old home,

but then - I realized, I told them.
I would join those who'd see them burnt down.
. . .

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This day, will be the day I finish something.
I betray those who once guided me.

Can I even blame myself,
I told them.

. . .

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I know my faith now, I know the words.

Kill, or be killed.
Curse, or be cursed.

Only, I am already walking upon death, and curses.

For once they see me, they will hunt me down.

I know it.

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Yet, I can not do neither.
Only I pray the dance, I have perfected.
With you, and you - to be worth all these years.
I only hope you understand why I do this, my dear o'mentor. 
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Grant me your strength, for once.. will you?