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Am I a fucking joke to you? Do I have a big red nose and colourful clothes to match me? When I open my heart and let you inside only for you to decide, "Everyone gets in love, right?". And how am I supposed to understand this haunting question, are you telling me that you're in love or brushing it off like another relationship in the sea?
When I tell you with my dearest words, that I see no future for my dreams, that I feel no power to pump my blood, that I feel no soul to excite me... and you say that all people have those times, it's the void theory, right, when every night I wake up from nightmares that frighten me with the thoughts of ending this novel of harm. All you had to say was "I'm with you", all you had to do is be there spiritually, but now you're here only poetically. With every fear that embraces you I will be behind it, I shall show you how the end feels, how the mornings repeat, how the mourning begins.
But why would I hurt you? But why my dearest brother shall die from my trembling hands? All my wasted efforts to decay in the early mornings in the way. All the people to whisper what a monster shall bring such a brutality to a person from the same womb. But they should, their whispers shall get louder with my crimes, as I unfold my destiny before history's eyes.
But I may not bring you to suffer, brother, not today.