Round and round.
We go.
But, we'll never get out of this.
I won't get out of this.
I have to vanish.
I wanted this to happen at first...
But, the desire has left me.
I'm trying to chase it.
It won't let me catch up.
I'm stuck here.
But, I have to run faster.
Or else, I'll lose myself.
The minute I died, I was destined to vanish.
But, I didn't vanish at all.
Zee says I'm evil.
My ancestors are evil.
My existence is from evil, itself.
But, I'll end this.
I'll catch up to it.
If I can't do it, I'll lose myself in chasing that desire so I won't hurt anyone.
No one gets hurt.
Just a myth vanishing like it's supposed to be.

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Another Myth
ПоэзияI thought I'd be vanished from this world. But it seems vanishing is very hard. Even harder than anyone can realize. Highest ranking: #68 in Poetry