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| So I come to look upon you again. Oh, how peaceful you seem nowadays. How soft and peaceful, a being full of vibrant life. There’s not a sign of your turbulent past. You have wiped it all away. Every stain of what once was, every hint of your old self is beautifully concealed. No, no one will notice. No one will ever see what you have left behind for good, in body and in soul. What your own mind has managed to disregard. I will look upon you, but I will not step inside again, into your world. I will not awaken what has finally burned down. I will not take one step closer than this, ever. |
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