Dreams are all I have. And when I sleep my final sleep, perhaps they'll come true.
Hate is as much a potent poison as Love. Having tasted both, I become a juggernaut.
I came upon this revelation as I tried to walk in the light. But as I am nether-born, I was scalded. At first I did not take notice. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it was only wishful thinking. But at some point in time, I realized I have been bleeding from the mouth.
I thought it was nothing serious, but it really were. Further on I found that I have been biting on my lips. Not because I liked it. Not because I wanted it. But because I needed it. Biting made me ignore the burns and the burden that the light has placed on me
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