Overwhelmed as one would be; placed in my position. Such a heavy burden now to be the one. Born to bear and read to all, the details of our ending. To write it down for all the world to see. But I forgot my pen...
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me. Whatever will bewilder me. Following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the edge and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards. You have turned my blood cold and bitter. Beat my compassion black and blue. Hope this is what you wanted. Hope this is what you had in mind. Because this is what you're getting.
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