I am numb to all. Closing doors haunting a fragile mind. I still breathe. Time no longer frees nor enslaves. Wounds covered and dressed. Images obliterated and substituted. Passion dead and resurrected. Depths no longer seen and never again to be shown. Free is a mind that consumes no fear. This is no roll of the dice. I see the end. I see the beginning. I see inside you. I see all. Mistakes realized. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t. Fire glowing, attracting all, consuming any who dare approach. No mercy anymore in a game defeating all. The touch so gentle no longer affects the resonant will placed so high above passion. Nothing is wrong and nothing is right. Only will.
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