stop myself from becoming
the true self which I am.
The mask has been torn.
Let the moster take over.
Time is running out.
And this is the time.-
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Have you seen how thoughts are inked?
Does it mean that the thoughts are linked?-
If there is a way I could fly
I would fly far above those clouds,
Icarus's fate could be mine.
Not worried. It's worth it.-
Under the shadows
where time stands still,
The boundary of reality
slowly becomes blurry,
Embress it. Time wants it,
Perhaps.-
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People dress for others, and they are best dressed for two occasions only:
Marriage and funeral.-
On this plane of cosmos
I went on for eons,
Lonesome the journey was,
And then like an asteroid
I was struck by you
Little did I know
We became one.
This journey continues
Not alone anymore.-
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