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it was a realm of the supernaturals,
he was a descendant of the enigma --
a fierce beast, a monster without a heart.
whereas,
she was only a girl -- a child full of woe.
she dreamed of nothing, yet had nothing but sig...
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“THE WORLD IS CRUEL.”
I knew. I had experienced the cruelty of the world, and I was still experiencing it.
The world's ruthless curse never left me. It became my companion wherever I went—even in the darkness and luminescence.
I had lived as a worthless being. The more I cursed this world, the double it returned it to me.
I had the intention to end my life just to escape this fate. Why did have I to experience this? Why did I have to breathe, only if I would just breathe cruelty? Why did I have to play this game, when I already knew from the start that there was no way of winning?
I didn't beg for the hate of the world, and who, if i would cry out, might hear me among the ranks of the devils . . ? Even if the night would clasp my head to his heart, I would still die by the force of his being.
For a mere, mortal being, we breathe, we evaporate, breathing breathless, breathing away . . . Always and always, from embers to embers.
