THE LOST PATH
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-And he made himself BLIND to realities.
He is LOST in the world of NEW FANTASIES.
So lost, that the approach seems IMPOSSIBLE.
He started to walk WRONG PATHS.
I eroded myself, to help him find his way, but he was FIERCELY ADDICTED to that track.
He couldn't hear my cry.
I kept screaming.
He made himself DEAF TO MY VOICE.
My voice, which called him trillion times.
It called him back, BACK HOME.
He looked behind, MURMURED AN APOLOGY AND WALKED AWAY.
-Because Maybe, The GRAVITY OF EPHEMERAL GLITTERS, WAS STRONGER THAN MY ANCIENT LOVE.
The path was of FIRE.
I still managed to cross it BARE FEET.
Having a hope, that one last time i'll whisper to his ears "COME BACK" and he'll RETURN.
For ONE LAST TIME, i could EMBRACE HIM IN MY ARMS.
Ironically, i was dwelling in a dream, which had no end.
It had became a NIGHTMARE.
It drained me, for everything that i had.
It made me question on my own sanity.
For he was in LOVE with the LOST PATH. THE LOST PATH.
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