a cursed cycle
the ancestral rite of passage
the last to see the sun
the first to see the fault
and ultimately suffer because of
it's a burden i've put onto my friends
the ones who show me what it would've been like
the opposite of a lonely child
the ones that undo the deafening silence of a pause screen
the ones who let me take a turn without raising their voice
they're the ones who remember what i say
and who i am
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
a cursed cycle
the ancestral rite of passage
the last to see the sun
the first to see the fault
and ultimately suffer because of
it's a burden i've put onto my friends
the ones who show me what it would've been like
the opposite of a lonely child
the ones that undo the deafening silence of a pause screen
the ones who let me take a turn without raising their voice
they're the ones who remember what i say
and who i am
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