Sacrifices were made to get where I am today.

For my Shadowsoul

“It’s OK to cry”

As if I could stop

I’m sick of crying

I’ve been crying all day

 

These tears are just the shadow of my grief

Shallow and worthless

 

Do you know what a dream stripped away is?

Do you know how hard it is to live?

To follow one self, possibilities die.

 

He died

The man who lived in this body

An unwitting sacrifice

So I could live.

I mourn him as I wander in his corpse.

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