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This is the last time
That I'm truly here
In every possible way.
Because I've let this place go.
With every visit,
I lose one core memory
Only for it to be replaced with another one elsewhere.
So if you ever ask me,
Why I am done
I'll tell you why.
Because there isn't any of me left here
To come back to.
-simra.t
We stood at the crossroads,
Thinking for too long,
Watching the way back.
Longing for the solitude.
But there's chaos ahead,
With determination in its eyes,
Hungry for another soul
To be lost in its world.
I know I'm scared,
But who isn't.
As I set foot into this strange world.
Your presence made sense.
Light me up and I'll lead you to the window of your soul.
- I heard you were a breathing object before you had me.