ToT

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Two

Three

I stared towards the blanc canvas

Inspirations flooded my skull

The right overpowered by the wrong

I had no say in it

But I had to say it was unfit

I stared towards the colorless sky

Like a bird wandering amongst the wrong pack

I delved in the scent of life

Which unfolded like a lovers caress

Unyielding but shameful

I stared towards my onyx soul

A different clone of myself each day

I laugh

I cry

I smile

But most of all, I unfold the mysteries at my feet

I become a stoic expression

Loosing all memories and balance

Gaya might hate me

But she doesn’t know I hate myself thrice as much

I care too much

I feel too little

But all in all

I exist to be unknown