Let the wind blow away all my hatred and all my pain.
Take my memories, arrogate every evidence that proves my very existence.
Lit the fire, and let it be a conflagration which will consume my every fibre and dry my tears.
Let everything be consumed by the hatred within me, since I could not contain any of them.
Please, don't let me remember
Don't make me regret all these things
Allow me to go back to the bitter past, since it's better than this reality which is bereft of many unachievable things.Tears uncontrollably rolled through my cheeks as these wishful words spawn in my mind.
[I beg you, please do grab me out from this painful reality...]
But soon I realized, they were nothing but empty wishes.
The Gods did not hear those words of mine, are not, and will not.
They are mere dreams being spouted by this life's villain
And no one, at least in stories you usually watch, read, or listen, can make the wishes of a villain come true, without ending tragically
But if none of those wishes arrive at their ears, then please, just make this last wish of mine come true, something that I bet all of you want to come true
[Please, let me just disappear]
But even that does not come true, and so tears on my cheeks slowly dried, and sorrow misted my deliberately callous heart
No one was there to listen to my words against calumnies, and being sincere seems to be futile
[Then...]
[What should I do?]
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The Sky We Tread Upon Vol. 1 [DROPPED]
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