Confliction lives in everything and the battle tires me.
My name is all I hold, until death does us part.
It's a million endings condensed into one being.
I cannot live without regret but that I will regret
Embodied my surroundings I fall a victim to them.
Will I rise a sole individual or fall to the earth having lived everyone's lives but my own?
And then what comes of my existence? Nothing but severance.
I will love with all I am, and for I know not what that is I will gift you everything.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
Confliction lives in everything and the battle tires me.
My name is all I hold, until death does us part.
It's a million endings condensed into one being.
I cannot live without regret but that I will regret
Embodied my surroundings I fall a victim to them.
Will I rise a sole individual or fall to the earth having lived everyone's lives but my own?
And then what comes of my existence? Nothing but severance.
I will love with all I am, and for I know not what that is I will gift you everything.
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