In a moment I will be there,
and nothing else matter.
Such fragile broken things.
I don't see it as clearly as wanted.
I'm blind beneath these layers of light.
I should try much harder. just look at their faces.
This world with its stupid rules set the wrong ones.
Because I should have departed so long ago, or maybe even walk, or sail
all by myself.
Huh. I keep hate them so hard, but they don't know.
I didn't know that being an heretic includes blindness.
The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that there's no way out.
We're all sentenced to death. But what a grace!
Waiting in the dark, you see,
somewhow I'm the only one that can feel.
The only one.
Don't need to be fixed, just a little broken.
It's so hard every day, facing it again and again.
Disappearance.
MUST do my best.
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