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When we were younger, you wished to be a pirate. You wished to pillage and plunder, brother mine. But, of such times, you forget. And I helped you to forget. Rid your intensely intelligent mind Of rotting things. Now, you help people. But, not to help them, To keep yourself from becoming too bored. I wonder, brother dear, if you were a pirate, Would you become bored of the sea, Bored of the pillaging and plundering? Would you wish to come home? Or would you continue searching for something, Forever upon those waters of endless boredom, Forever the bored pirate, dear brother? Would you?
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
Bored Pirate
Someday your pain will be beneath you. Someday you'll see that all that crying bloomed flowers under your feet. When the sun rises, I'll see you across the room. It's been years since I've disappeared but I did it all to protect you. Keep you safe from the dark that follows you and tries to hurt you. I ran into the darkness for you, this was my plan and now I've returned from the black for anew, and I owe you a thousand apologies In the morning, I'll approach you. It's been three years. The story has ended and I have shed my own tears. "Don't apologize to me."
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Three Years