Death. It's what we all want. It's an escape. From all the pain. But we're not allowed to have it. We have to keep working. For others. For ourselves. "Everything will get better." "Don't worry." We are always told this, but it's not true. Later on, we will be dealing with the same pain. The same problems. The same life.
We keep working. Always working. Jolts of energy running through our veins. We need to keep working. For others. For ourselves.
There's so much pain. We push ourselves and each other. None of us can succumb to anything. If even one of us fails, everything will stop. We will all fail. We have to keep working. For others. For ourselves.
"He" is coming. There's no going back. We need to go back. But there's no going back. For others. For ourselves.
It's over. It's all over. It's time. Everyone is leaving. But we must stay. For others. For ourselves.
We're saved. Someone came for us. He is calling for friends. They're helping. They're holding "Him" back. Our saviour is gone. But he will return. For others. For us.
"He" won. Our saviour failed. We're gone. The clock stopped.
For no one...
Well then...yeah...I got the random urge to write this at 2am. Well technically I found it on a random piece of paper in my room, and decided to copy it onto here at 2am. I wrote this a long time ago... It's actually based of off The Legend of Zelda : Majora's Mask, if Link were to die fighting Majora on the moon (spoilers lol).
I've probably cringed at this a hundred times already
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