There is a silent spark that fades into the dark, overwhelmed by a blinding and deceiving realm that uncovers itself as the mask is taken off. It is our choice to live our lives the way we wanted whether it may be as fruitful or as harsh as it may be, its our choice, our decision. No matter what happens, we cannot blame anyone but ourselves, no one to compliment but us.. "me".
The choices that never choose to relieve why you did what and what you have done; As shameful and as stupid the path we've lived sometimes, the cleansing rain pours to wash it out of the way to leave a brighter sun for the days to come. A silver lining in this dark world, a sign of hope. Did I leave a bad taste in your mouth or do you still want to dig up the dead? Do you still want to see the old, pathetic being that you long for? He has been long gone, erased from reality, never to walk the earth again. He is dead. The man that they have all loved and cherished. He has been taken to the depths of the abyss to rise up and be who he should be, the real him, his true persona. I can hear the cries of those who fell before him again. Those faint, eerie sounds that they make, they are here again, trying to haunt the conscience that is non-existent. This is how things should be.
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