It strikes me again. Once more and so on. The heavens are opening up to me in misery. Empathy fled. The sky doesn't exist. The only thing I see is perfection.
I doubt it'll notice me. I walk away from it hopelessly. Tagging along with me, steps formed their way behind me. I looked into its eyes. Then I knew fate was once again, before me.
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Infinity
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