Introspection
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When did we grow up? Where has the time gone by? Too quickly, too sudden… We were wishing to grow up, Now realizing that we want to go back… Time keeps ticking, Days keep passing… A world that never sleeps, A world that never rests… For a moment, I wish it all paused… We lingered
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I may have forgotten what living is that I don’t quite even understand freedom. Is freedom the ability to escape the world or no longer to be ruled by it? Is it the lack of fear, pain, and suffering? Is freedom the emotions that define us? Is it the ability to sit with yourself, in
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There is a silence that exists just before the sun breaks— a breath the world forgets to take.In that stillness, I wonder:Does the light ever feel the weight of all it must reveal? It touches forgotten rooms,wakes the dust,exposes the cracks we hid beneath the blankets of dusk.It stirs the aching things we buried beneath
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On the edge of eternal darkness, when you have no ground to stand up upon. Where do you find that glimmer of hope? When everything feels like a mistake, when you’ve never managed to understand yourself—what drives you to continue?Is it the will to succeed?Is it the fact that someday you might be sold on
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Now I understand what the most difficult thing is… Do you know what’s the most difficult? The most difficult thing is returning home. Returning to your life, continuing as if nothing happened. As if the feelings never existed—as if they belonged to different worlds. Never to see. Never to hear. That’s the most difficult thing.
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The time has come—you always knew it would. Whatever paths you wandered, whatever choices you made, there is one truth. You cannot outrun the inevitable. You cannot escape me. I am constant. Eternal. Every choice you make, every fleeting feeling anchored deep within you—none of it holds a sway. For the strings are mine to
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Fate, you pull the strings, create ripples in waves, and unleash cascading effects that breed uncertainty. You control timeless currents and the converging actions that alter our path. What are your plans, Fate? This timing of yours is no mere coincidence. The relentless march of events, it’s devouring the burning ember—choking out the burning flames.
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For the future we always wanted and dream of, may it shine as brightly and hopefully as your eyes. The eyes that see past my mask, the eyes that pierce the depths of my heart. The one that makes me vulnerable, willing to sacrifice everything. The path that we both desperately seek, may it converge
Fading Waves 