But I feel like I am not living with all of me. I feel with all of me when the world swallows me. Albeit the flickering will to walk, I am ever bound by sky. It ever floats above my dark tress. I am tempted and lured and trapped. I cannot complain. I cannot cry for I flew towards my fall. Like I said pages ago, I must be a mermaid drowned in the sea. Does the sea loves me just as I sometimes do? Or does it call for me again and again yet I fail to heed. Oh! the misery of my fairytale... the misery that all knows.
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