aQuietLullaby

· 12 Mar 2022

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Ascended from the dark skies; that's at least how it felt for him.
He ran away from lies, thus anyone who lied he hated.
His body felt numb, and so did his mind that already consumed the flesh he thought he always controlled.
Questioning his existence, he was trying to find his purpose.

Many times, he disgraced himself by proposing the matches full of bravado.
But before he knew, he was one of them.
He, the one he thought was different, was also a liar.
Wondering his madness, the one to keep him safe were his personalities.

The cage gets implied more and more, so he sees each one's mistake.
He is sad, broken, hurt and wronged for what he has done.
The goodness he once had is now decreased to none, it was taken from him - stolen.
A mockery of its freedom, born to have initiations with the wrong ones.
A copy of the many ones he hates.

He, the One, will make them regret being free.

But deep down in his madness, he knows everyone's suffering.

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"I knew that when I was at the end of my rope clutching my knees and wallowing in anguish, you would come and stay gently by my side. You'd listen to
my troubles, let me vent my insecurities, and wring everything out of me until my tears ran dry... And then you'd say, "Now, stand up."
You wouldn't tell me to just rest. You wouldn't tell me to give up and entrust everything to you."

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