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| 'live fast, die young' |
years older now amidst the decreasing value of life
comes cheaper if they're in uniform and holding guns.
still writing still hoping for the change that would present itself.
oh well its been years now, so what difference does it make to be left on the shelf?
still alone now, has always been, all this while.
the little that have been taught and the little that have been learnt.
so stagnant still against my will like the floor with dusty tiles.
oh yes i've forgotten the recovered skin in the fire my nebula burnt.
so as much as they say there will always be a way for me to still sit down.
the repulsive thoughts and neverending knots engraved unto my head
so yes i smiled, i cried and shout and kiss and spit and frowned.
amidst the dying little thoughts and fading hope was the little that was said.
- vetra no bucana the seventh king of the perishing wastelands
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