The mind is cloudy. It tries to remember and to forget all at once. The what-ifs and whys.
Slicing through veins and sinew. Pleasure and pain in one endless pool of blood. I wish you could see me in all my glory. I wish you would feel what I feel. We understand the urge, the need to be different. You and I, birds of a feather. Two beings far greater then life itself. We walk the same path but our destinations are different. Along the lines but miles apart. Unfair you say? Cruel I say.
After all, it is what it is.
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