I must go on Alone
I twitched at the thought of my fate. I'm not defeated until I can't feel whats inside me. Until the sleeping soul has awaken, I must go on with Alone. I stay. Until a new candle burns then blows. No desire to be amongst a breathing being. There's no use of you when I have plenty of me. No pity, no bloodshed. Sorrow, but no regrets. As I walk with you all, I long to be conversing with the thoughts of memory and what little happiness I stored for the loneliness. I'm insane but only temporary because I only listen to the task that is given from the voices I call my own. With that newfound knowledge you go on with the rest but I, I must go on alone.
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