02-22-2024, 11:34 AM
we were made to bleed like this.
we were made to bleed and die.
You can tell me we aren't. I will say that you're lying.
After all, you are, aren't you? There's no reason we aren't.
A long life. A restful death. How possible is it?
Is it only possible when nobody is looking at you anymore?
then again, nobody is really seeing me anyway.
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we were made to breathe in life.
you breathe as easily as you lie.
The first time I saw somebody die, I was seven.
It was a peaceful thing; Father coaxed them into their rest.
He told me later he had mixed it himself.
I hated the concept of taking a life, even if they wanted it.
thinking of it makes me throw up.
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we burn. we fall. we scream. we cry.
just how many of you have caused it now?
Nowadays, I carry no burden I wish to carry.
Everything is harder here. It is less simple. I know.
You are warriors, and I am not, even if I could be.
Though I stand outmatched, I swing-
i know it is a foolish errand instantly.
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where does a dance, then, end?
right back where it began, of course.
I am unsure of myself. Life is ashen now.
There are no indicators for how I feel. I feel nothing.
Do I like this? I can't tell. I don't let them see the cause.
Nothing is allowed to simply be mine.
could that be why i hate the doting so much?
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we are left to wonder why we suffer.
it is because we, i, have asked for it.
I wonder how long this feeling will last.
Who will I ask to treat me? Will they cast judgement?
... I honestly can't bring myself to care right now.
Darkness is comfortable. This can be made so, too.
it's far too easy now, lying to myself.
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to live is to suffer. thus, we bleed.
we will never be saved from ourselves.
May Caius hold my heart.