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immortality is only granted through people’s memories.
Her innocence shines like a beacon—a sparkling jewel in the midst of trash, bait for my darkness to come and smother it whole.
And if Ru is the sand, I’m the wave that washes away the footprints.
Maybe people never change, and it’s only our perceptions that alter the view.
Some men are born into this world with purpose; other men are mutilated into it.
Fear has long since marinated in the bottom of my gut like a bubbling cauldron, waiting for me to master the brew so I can use it as poison.
people see the world through a personal lens, and sometimes it’s easier to believe what you think is true instead of having to figure out others.
Maybe that’s why she calls to me the way she does—the pitch-black parts of my soul aching for her light.
