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I wish to be indefinite
An idea without necessity to breathe
or move
to sleep without the fear of dream
to lose
and feel the guilt
When I awake
To taint, because I loved what would not sate
Woe, how she grew to hate me
And most importantly love what I was not
Yet not love me at all
Am I too now affected by the mood
And the love that doesn't reach me
Will I grow to hate this truth?
Because I'm tainted with a crimson spell
That trickles out mortality
I'm cursed with fragile selves
two faces screaming different things
In essence all just help
I cannot love another, and infatuation with her just made me hate the thing which couldn't appease her, myself
I cannot breathe as easily but neither can I stop so simply
I can not hunger So nothing sates
Yet I can't simply eat when I've no reason to consume
All I do is wait and pray for hope without much shame
I would go to her again but I'm afraid that it is vain
Even If i could, I couldn't guarantee much love between us
Maybe I can hope again
Embrace the land
To be reborn
Without the need to love
To compensate for my own