sometime, somewhere, someone, somehow.
here i am. nowhere, noone, eternity. i sit alone in the inazuman islands. i like the smell of the flowers. if only i was someone, somewhere, sometime, somehow.
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Poetrythe notes of a lost wanderer. a sort of diary of scaramouche's feelings after the loss of losing himself and his friends time after time, realising he is amongst humans and gods of which he will never be, realising the arbitrary nature of his exi...
