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Jun 27
In the silence, behind the darkened void, I still; alone.

Even the man with the least layers can be served the heaviest burden.
Willow may the tears stream, a puddle for every pound of pressure. The world is weakened by the seams that men produced and sewn it in.
A catalyst formed to start the war within the men who bore the fate, a fate formed from existing here, a tragic tale that crept to take.
A star-bound mind filled full of worlds, corrupted by the heart of I, the human soul; a dogged gift.
A will to live until complete.
The burden is a punishment, i'd never dare to wish nor seek.

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