I died inside. What I did was a sin. And there's no living as my old self after that. It was a sin against self. Sin against another. Sin against others.
I died inside. The hope for joys untold for him are gone. The stories that could've been are just that. No one could save him. No one could help him. And no one could see. I fell, rose, and then continued to fall. I was allowed to fall. I was left to fall. I was lead to insanity.
No smooth touch to guide. No voice of reason. No voice to silence my hate for self. No one to calm the chaos. No nothing.
Truly, I must've been dead before I even realized I was dying.
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Compass (2018)
Random"Fate, is nothing other than the allowance, and passing, of your present circumstantial reality to dictate all potential future outcomes." - Me, myself and I.
