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İs Ťhɛrɛ SomɛŤhing on my facɛ?¿‽

I think the angel on my shoulder took a trip.

Or maybe he had already fallen.

The things I want aren't always holy,

but I haven't heard them protest.

Is it wrong to want a life of indulgence or pleasure?

I'd say not.

But it seems that the only real way to achieve that

is to rob someone else of theirs.

Or, at least,

be the child of those who did.

I don't want that life.

I don't want that weight.

At least, I think so.

But all the counsel I receive

says otherwise.

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On flesh and shadows:

They're everywhere

and sometimes nowhere

Doing everything....

and nothing

Too many as a whole

Yet they dont see the others

Just

who

stands

directly beside

Fascinating…

To be surrounded

so completely

So... always

And yet…..

so oblivious

ŶƆ< ƘƝŒ× ?Ɛ ç ŶƆ< ƘƝŒ× ŶØ<Ṛ Œ×Ɲ

ĜØĐ

But what they actually meant

Was

"Stop Screaming"

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We remember when we were afraid of the dark

Little hours where the air felt completely still

When shadows would dance…

Play..

Hide.

And sometimes

They would even seek

But only when time was measured in inconsistent heartbeats

We have all been there

All of us...

All of us..

All of us.

We had a special friend

A guide

A reminder of the importance of finding our way home

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What was their name?

At a certain point,

Thɛrɛ comɛs an undɛniablɛ truth:

Choicɛ

Whɛthɛr willful or coerced,

Is only an illusion.

Thɛ only truɛ option?

Dɛɛpɛr

Havɛ you ɛvɛr rɛad "The Circular Ruins"?

Hmmm....

Dɛcisions, dɛcisions

Bɛginnings arɛ rarɛly intɛrɛsting

Somɛtimɛs...

You just go for s walk

An odd little creaturɛ...

Of that, at lɛast, Wɛ are cɛrtain

Tɛll us how you look

not what you sɛɛ