Your eternity is a nightmare. As i am trapped in it. As i will no longer give away the screams holding onto my throat. Begging to leave. Begging for mercy in what you may call an 'eternity'. In what you have searched and what i have found. One thing stands out most. You thought we were destined for eternity. our eternity. It was identical to a puppet, a single string, and a puppeteer. A play is all it was ever worth. For my string is long. I will run the extra mile. For my string is weak. I will rip it from my skin and show no mercy. And for I run. For I run from eternity.
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Poetry𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 ‼️。𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖘 ˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົ‼️ (give credit if you want idrc><)
