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I get it now. They say hindsight always gives you perfect vision, doesn’t it? Now that I’m slightly older, So many things make sense. Father,
As the day passes by, I watch the fruits you bore into this world, Turn sour in your hands. Everyday, I watch the gemstones in
With every rising sun, New darkness. New darkness. With every setting of the sun, New darkness, looming over the horizons. Deaths, some brutal, some peaceful,
Truthfully, I have been lying to myself every day, Ever since the day I knew what lying was. I am not anything special, I will
Staring into space, My mind is crowded, A gloomy fuzziness, Just like the weather outside, Exhausted, sad, empty. The walls around keep getting closer and
I have called on you countless times, But you haven’t responded. Called on you in the face of danger, But you turned your back and