I obey your law of gravity,
This is the fate you've carved on me...
Once upon a time I was there, unstained and untouched. Now all I could remember is destroyed as my memory gets weaker due to deforming substances... a cold-blooded murder of time, memories, love and passion... nothing good can come out of all that.
Hey, you, the one above... what does it feel like knowing there's still so much you can do? How did you find the determination to fight? And how does it feel like spending time at the centre of the earth with no consideration on the little one who prays and cries out for your mercy? Powerful indeed... needed for sure... cruel and selfish certainly... expected? Not at all... intended? Who knows... perhaps I do deserve it...
Someone must be having a blast by constantly needling me... someone waiting for me to finally crack... to finally bend and break.
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